Jasmine appeared taken aback yet unoffended. “I’m all right. She laughed softly and remarked, “Just a little tired.” “Life, you know.”
Barron gave a nod. He didn’t leave, though. He inquired, “Are you in school?” She raised her eyebrows. “How did you find out?”
“Just a gut feeling.” They then had a conversation. Only for a couple of minutes. But sufficient for Barron to hear the whole story:
Jasmine wanted to work as a pediatric nurse.
She was a part-time student.
Because she couldn’t afford the bus and still save money for rent, she walked home every night for thirty minutes.
It had been about three weeks since she had a day off. She wasn’t whining, though. She was so proud that she told him.
