Rosie just bumped into someone pretty high-ranking but she didn't even bother to turn and apologize. She was half-hoping that he would halt her and demand an apology by force. She'd been itching for a fight since the start of the day. Not that she could really fight back, though. She'd had a bad start. Her father had literally kicked her out of bed to chop fire woods in the wee hours. He had come home drunk and broke yet again. It was foolish of her to think she'd have a proper meal today. She should have known that whenever she had a good sale of the fire woods, her father would go straight to the casino only to come home when he had los