I hope you've gained some insight.
While we eat, we both remain silent for a while. My typical fried shrimp is wonderful, but it doesn't compare to Mary's incredible shrimp and grits that she served for supper the other night.
I finally say, "I'll ask around about jobs," to Ellie.
“Thanks. I'm grateful. I was informed about a position in the bakery. I'll check that area.
"Where is David Lewis's? Although working there might cause me to gain 50 pounds, it would still be fantastic.
“Right?” She's grinning, but her smile isn't as large as it usually would be, and something tells me it's not only about the job—she won't have any problem getting a new one, in my opinion.
Is everything else all right? I ask.
She chews her lower lip and looks down at her meal. I haven't been getting along
