My Deskmate Shared Two Buns; At Her Interview, I Must Repay

That year was 1998.

Back then, money was scarce and everything moved slowly, even the mail. For a poor student like me, Grant Walker, real dignity wasn't brand-name sneakers or a Walkman. It was being able to hold my head high and eat a white flour bun at every meal.

I was poor back then, dirt poor. I was so hungry I was dizzy, and I'd even started thinking about dropping out and going home to tend sheep. That's when my desk mate, Rose Harper, came along like an angel sent down from heaven. Every day, she found some new excuse to share two big white buns with me.