“I’ll ask Patty about shifts at the truck-stop diner,” I replied.
“You already work full-time.”
“So do you.”
We looked at each other.
And that was our entire plan.
We didn’t make speeches about proving anyone wrong.
Simplemente decidimos trabajar más duro hacia una casa propia.
Durante los siguientes dos años, pasé los días de semana trabajando como empleado de facturación de hospital.
Los viernes y sábados por la noche, y los domingos por la mañana, esperé mesas en la parada de camiones.
I learned to carry several plates at once, remember complicated orders, and recognize which regular customers tipped generously.
Sometimes I was so exhausted that I could barely keep my eyes open.
Once, I briefly fell asleep standing beside the dessert display.
Meanwhile, Nate worked his regular shifts at the repair shop and accepted emergency farm-equipment jobs whenever possible.
He spent countless nights repairing tractors and combines in freezing fields.
