Jane ducks out the back door, makes for the scabby bench overlooking the water, a couple of blocks down. A sandwich to eat on her so-called lunch hour would be nice, but more than one meal a day is a luxury that will have to wait until her first paycheck; she spends the time taking an inventory.
She already hates this job, no doubt, but she’s grateful for any job at all, so it’s a plus. She’s still crouching in an abandoned house, but she should be able to get her own real place in a few months, another plus. Fall semester starts in two weeks, and she’ll have some student aid funds, along with the return to academia she’s wanted.
Sometimes you can get a dream back, even if you have to back into it.
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