I was sautéing dinner last week when the clink of the lock at our gate resonated through the kitchen. I looked up, and through the window saw my friend Winnie standing behind the gate’s bars, expectantly and with her characteristic wide smile. Beneath her arms was a colorful book on the human body I’d lent her; Winnie is studying to be a doctor, and although her professors ask her to research certain topics, few colleges are wealthy enough to have effective libraries. I opened the gate and threw my arms around her neck, accepting the returned book.
A Lesson From Winnie
A Lesson From Winnie
A Lesson From Winnie
I was sautéing dinner last week when the clink of the lock at our gate resonated through the kitchen. I looked up, and through the window saw my friend Winnie standing behind the gate’s bars, expectantly and with her characteristic wide smile. Beneath her arms was a colorful book on the human body I’d lent her; Winnie is studying to be a doctor, and although her professors ask her to research certain topics, few colleges are wealthy enough to have effective libraries. I opened the gate and threw my arms around her neck, accepting the returned book.