We both came in and worked. We were both getting sicker and sicker and sicker by the day.

I'm afraid of not getting support or not being able to see our regular customers. They're important to me. They're a part of my family.

Just the guilt of the unborn babies is enough. Also, I have asthma and if I get sick, it becomes double pneumonia. The doctor warned me it's getting serious — either sell the cafe or die early. It's so serious (cigarette smoke) that my help wasn't going to work here anymore.

I decided today when the smoke poured through the serving window and I had to move away from the grill, that was enough.

Monday will be a big day. But I'm fine. I'm not worried about it. I'll deal with it.

The other day, I wrote him and asked 'How's the air conditioning? Are you keeping cool when you're off duty?' and he said 'Not so good'.