Rose knew she had to leave. As much as she wanted to finish what she came for, Madame Razel wouldn't stop speaking, and now Rose had information she didn't want anything to do with—things she wanted to avoid.
"Madame Razel," Rose cut into her conversation at the slightest chance. "I only came to say hello. I have to go, Mot'er needs me to buy a few things."
"Good timing, I do want to give you something. For the winter. That reminds me, I 'eard Ander lost his job because of ye. Is tha true?" Madame Razel changed the subject again.
Rose felt her back stiffen. Of course, the rumors had gotten this far. She was more surprised that it wasn't what Madame Razel welcomed her with. The problem was, it didn't matter what she told the merchant's wife, it would only fuel the gossip.
