Nothing seemed to be available, not for a livable wage. DC was expensive. It reached a point where she’d applied for a position in a doctor’s office, but the office manager told her she had too much education and hung up.
“I hate like hell the thought of mooching off you, Del.”
“You’re not, sweetie,” her friend assured her.
“It’s like you to say that. But I promise I’ll take the next job that comes along, no matter how little it pays.”
“You don’t want to waste your education.”
“I don’t want to be a burden to you.”
“You never could be.” Del patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, okay?”
“Okay.” But she knew she would, no matter what. “Maybe I should work with you and the girls?”
“No! You will never do this, do you understand me?”
“All right, all right.” Babe wasn’t really surprised by Delilah’s vehemence. “It was just a thought.”
“Never.” Delilah glared at her, but Babe could see the concern in her friend’s eyes.