Chapter Eight
Delila giggled.
It was verboten such levity, but there were other giggling women at their machines. The small break in the eternal tension caused by the flip remark of a new offender—so out of character with the serious atmosphere of the workhouse—everyone who heard it was amused. Except for the overseer.
The newcomer’s insurrection was put down quickly, though in Delila’s mind, the woman who sat at her right was not really relinquishing any of the spark that could be seen in her flat gray eyes. That defiance gave Delila reason to hope, however though another muttered remark and Delila’s all too apparent giggle in reply was noted by the overseer with a chilling glare.
When Delila was led from the factory floor by a matron later that day, she wondered if it had something
