Her mother looked at her and went back to what she was doing. She looked back at her mother. She had always thought that she was so beautiful. She was showing her age now and the stress and made her look even older but she was still a catch. She no longer wore makeup or cared what her hair looked like. She just put it in a bun and that was that. She had lots of gray hair now. She used to have beautiful caramel skin but she had neglected that too. He father was a dreamer and he had spent what money they had on lots of investments. Some worked out and some didn't. Unfortunately the negatives were more than the positives. He had made her mother lose her radiant smile. She always seemed so stern nowadays.
"Bianca, I don't know what you think you will work out by going to talk to that man. He is not one to mess around you know. Many people that have done business with him have disappeared. I just think you need to calm down and think it over baby." Her mother Sarah said.
"Ma, I know what you are saying. I just can't sit here though and not try something. We simply cannot continue to exist like this. It is killing you and look at Dad. This is the last thing I think I can try to do to get us out of this mess." She really hoped her mother would understand.
"So, what are you going to do? You really think you can go over there and just walk in and he will write off the debt?" Her mother looked around at her. She realized what she was wearing. "Is it that you plan to make an offer he can't refuse to help with the case?"
"Ma, come on. I would not do something like that. I just want to appeal to the kind part of his soul. He must have one so where under all that evil. I want to explain things to him and see if he can see what we are going through. I would feel worse if I did not try."
"Bianca, that kind of man doesn't care about that. He has no compassion in him. He is a rich Italian man. Some people say a mob boss. He doesn't care about us underprivileged people. You need to just understand that and stop being so optimistic."
Her mother clucked her tongue and turned back to her task. That was the end of that. Her mother was done talking. It was up to her to decide what she wanted to do.
Bianca took a deep breath. She took up her purse and her worn jacket. It was a bit cold outside. She was not dressed appropriately for that as she was trying to appeal to his eyes as well. Maybe that could distract him without her having to do much more. She had dressed to look decent, not like a whore on call. She just hoped that it worked. Her mother wasn't even looking at her. She was humming and washing up the dishes. She shook her head and headed out the door. She flicked a she cold night air hit her. She almost went back in the house but she gritted her teeth and started the long walk to town.