“I called the academy for young adults and I explained your case” Annabel said, as she put a stack of study کتابیں on the table. “They understand your position, although they were a little skeptical. They didn’t really understand why a murder convict would need a high school degree”
Deb picked up the book that was on سب, سب سے اوپر of the stack. “Did آپ have to buy these?” she asked, feeling like she took advantage of her sister. “They look expensive”
“They were, but it’s okay” Annabel shrugged. “You’ll pay me back one day”
“So, that means آپ have a job” Deb figured, with a little whiff of proud in her voice.
“Yeah, but it’s nothing huge” Annabel replied, dismissively. “I stack stuff. I want to try and see if I can get something better, but right now I’m just glad I have a job”
“I would give pretty much everything to be stacking stuff, right now” Deb mumbled, pitiful. “I was going to start a new life, but, of course, I had to fall in love with a douchebag. But that was the last time. I’m never dating guys again. I will never trust them again. And I, sure as hell, won’t let them inside my heart. I’m not saying I won’t fall in love anymore, but if it happens, I will fight it. I will not give in”
Annabel pressed her lips. “I guess this is not the right time to tell آپ about my new boyfriend?” she asked carefully.