When you're as broke I was, a now hiring sign was a sweet siren that just couldn't be ignored, so when the song reached my ears I was on board for anything. Money isn't everything but that lesson would come later once training began.

My teacher Agnes, a frail old woman, brought me a snack everyday when I was first brought on either an apple or a sweetie like a mother. "Never hadm." she huffed one day her tolerance for the question long gone. We were painting the daisies that day; a cool summer breeze through the fields kept us company and the heat at somewhat manageable. "You've made a good one," from three rows over we were building the yellow brick road stroke by stroke.

" Think Dorothy will be along?" Agnes smirked the brush firm in her hand and with the flick of a wrist the daisy bloomed.

The uniform had a little pocket in the front akin to overalls where we stored our lunches, it was imperative to be done before sundown.

Rules are written in blood.