Michele  rose from her chair and got the coffee pot from the machine. Then came back the table, poured coffee in Isaac cup then her mother’s and hers while she was at. Her brow lifted a bit when Isaac asked what was her job was actually. They had talk about her job the night before but apparently he had forgotten with all that had happen.<br/><br/>“ I’ m  free-lance photo journalist  for a travel magazine.” She said simply. “ I have saved enough take time off to help here.” She gave her mother’s hand a squeeze. Then look over to Isaac and conitued her lie. She hated it but it was the only way to kept her secret. At the same time she wanted to do what she talked about. So she had this battle rageing within her. “There enough  to buy that bar and turn it in to a studio. I could teach the kids my trade and you could mentor them. Maybe you could give me a hand fixing up the place. ?”Michele could feel her mother quietly watching the two of them. As she sipped her own coffee.