Should I do a small section in third person on Rose's mom? What do you think?

Chapter three

Rose

The guards had arrived over an hour ago and had failed to leave. Rose could smell smoke but couldn't decide if it was coming from the guard's cigarettes or their torches. Several times they'd contemplated leaving, figuring that she'd snuck out some hidden window, but one man had made them change their minds. Rose assumed he was the leader of the group. He'd pointed out the smoking candle and told them that this room was so small there was nowhere to hide. They'd searched everywhere though, even the closet that Rose was using. But she'd been able to hide under a pile of fallen clothes that were lodged so far in the back it was impossible to see the light shape of a person.

Rose was hungry; very very hungry. She prayed they'd leave soon. If she was lucky she'd be able to escape. If she got even luckier maybe she'd be able to take her knapsack. She could hear men upstairs, their feet pounding loudly as they did another sweep of the house. She put her head between her knees and tried to control her breathing.

"Why don't you all go up?" The leader said gruffly. "I'll do one more check." Rose opened her eyes. She'd fallen asleep with a fur coat curled around her. She struggled to wake up and ducked underneath the brown fur. She swallowed as the men, one by one, headed up the stairs. There was a minute pause and then light. She shielded her eyes as the large man pulled her out. "Why is it you I always find?" The man said. Rose put her wrists out sarcastically when she realized who it was.

"You gunna take me in then?" The man frowned. "No?" He grabbed her wrist and yanked her closer to him.

"How many times have I told you to stop stealing? What if someone else catches you next time? You'll be hung Rose." She looked away.

"Whatever Charlie. You. Do not. Understand?" Charlie let her go.

"What don't I understand then Rose?" She sniffed and looked away.

"These people have everything. They have a roof. They have enough money to last their grandchildren. I don't have enough money to buy a god damn apple. What would you do Charlie if you were put on the street with only the clothes on your back?"

"Get a job."

"No one hire's women!" That was true. Women were meant to live in the house, have children, and cook dinner. Unless they were Guardians and even then they didn't get paid much. Rose had all of the skills. Some of her friends had even suggested it. But Rose would never stoop so low as to feel like a slave.

"Rose if you get hung your parents will be crushed." Rose growled.

"That's fucking bullshit and you know it." Charlie sighed.

"Your mother asks me every day if I've seen you. I hate it when I have to tell her that I caught you stealing. She looks like she's about to cry every time. Jeanine Hathaway does not cry." Rose rolled her eyes.

"If you're trying to make me feel bad for them it's not working." She snarled. They left me at five years old alone on the streets. They left me! I have no reason to feel sorry for them." Charlie wasn't about to argue with her. She was right. If his parents had thrown him out he'd never want to talk to them again.

"We'll be gone in five minutes." He said changing the subject. "Leave the way you came." She watched her father's best friend leave quietly up the steps. She occupied herself by stuffing a few of the fur coats into her abandoned knapsack. Nothing would keep her from collecting those treasures. Once she was sure the men were gone she mumped through the window running behind the busy streets. She had to get to the trader before he closed. If she waited until tomorrow someone would deffinatly try to break into her chest. she wasn't even sure they would fit.

"Wesley!" Rose called just barely stopping the young trader from locking her out. By the time she reached him she was out of breath.

"You're lucky my father isn't here Rose. He wouldn't wait." The Irishman said. Rose smiled the best she could.

"You wouldn't believe what I got Wes." The boy smiled, looked both ways down the street and ushered his client in. Rose laid the coats out on the table. Wesley felt them, checked the tags and stitching and adjusted his round glasses.

"300." He said.

"Overall?" HE looked up at her clearly confused. He shook his head.

"Each… Rose, theses are collector's items. Do you know how many people have fur coats? No one. That must've been some house you raided." Rose was shocked. She was getting fifteen hundred dollars tonight and even more for the plates. She handed the knapsack over. HE studied them closely.

"Ten of these; forty each. You have a good pair of boots. Fifty and this necklace…" He put it closer to his face. "200." Rose sat on the stool to her right. The most money Rose had ever gotten was five hundred. Now, she was getting over two thousand. She smiled as Wesley gathered her money. "Spend it wisely." HE joked. Rose smiled.

"Thanks so much for this." She beamed. Wesley nodded.

"No problem Rose. I think you've given me the most profit so far. You don't fail to impress." Rose laughed and glanced outside where the sun was just beginning to rise.

"I'll see you later." She pocketed the money and walked slowly back to the warehouse. She set her money at the bottom of the chest. She stormed over to Luka who sat next to the fire. He stood once he noticed her approaching.

"Thank God!" Luka exclaimed. "I thought the Popo caught you!" Rose shrugged.

"Ya well, I scored big. Did you get anything?" Luka nodded.
"A pair of diamond earrings." Rule number one; don't under any circumstances say how much money you got. Your closest friends are also your enemies and won't second think stealing it.

"So you got to Wesley's." It wasn't a question. The family owned business was the only trading store in the city that took stolen property.

"How'd you do?" Rose paused.

"I got a fur coat." Not a lie, yet not the complete truth.

"You found fur?" Rose ignored him looking around at the sleeping children. She saw Sam but….

"Where's Nikki? Luka where's Nikki?" He suddenly became shy, scuffling his feet and looking down at the floor.

"They… uh… they caught her."

"Damn…" She saw Eddie look over from his mattress. "Didn't you scout?" She questioned suddenly getting angry.

"Didn't you?" Rose growled in frustration at the boy, turned and headed back over to her bed. She pulled out an old brown blanket and wrapped it around herself, falling into a fitful sleep.