Francie threw up his hands. “I’m just stating facts here. People need to eat. You haven’t worked in three years—WHAT can you even do?”
“I have a job. You don’t need to worry about it,” Emily said coldly.
“Yeah? And how much are you really gonna make? Enough for you and Grandma? You’ve gotten used to a pretty comfortable life—think you’ll manage now?”
Emily’s head was starting to throb. Her voice snapped sharper. “That’s enough. Go home!”
Francie stayed rooted in place. “I’m just trying to help! YOU’re being too idealistic. You’ve got no real-world experience. You’re gonna struggle.”
“And you, who’s never held a real job, think you can lecture me?” Emily fired back. “I’ve got hands, I’ve got feet—and I don’t plan to live off someone else.”
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