Beloved (Toni Morrison Trilogy #1)(95)

“But I’m glad you’re here. There was a problem regarding your tuition that I wanted to resolve as soon as possible.”

Embry had dealt with that more than once in college. Loans and scholarships were paid out late all the time. “Was my scholarship not disbursed yet?”

The woman paused her paper shuffling and glanced at Embry before shifting her attention back to the pile. “No, no, your scholarship came through,” she answered. “Ah, here it is.” She pulled a piece of paper out of the pile and handed it to Embry. “It appears that maybe you were misinformed about the amount that the scholarship would cover.”

Embry stared at the paper and felt as if the ground had been swept out from beneath her. She was free-falling, and panic took over as she looked at the amount of the scholarship. It was ten thousand dollars short for the year.

“But, I–” Embry tried and failed to get out the words. She looked down again, hoping maybe she had read the numbers wrong. No, her scholarship didn’t cover her full tuition. How could she have missed that? She was positive that the award letter said her tuition was completely covered. She handed the paper back to her advisor, hands shaking. As she looked into the woman’s eyes, the pity she saw made Embry feel that much worse.

“I can see that this is a shock to you.” Her advisor reached for another stack of papers and handed it to Embry. “I’ve compiled the financial aid application, if you’re interested. I’m not sure if they’ll be able to disburse funds in time to cover the remaining tuition bill, but at least, if awarded, the aid check will reimburse you.”

Embry nodded numbly.

“The good news is, for students who weren’t awarded full scholarships at the outset, Whitman offers merit-based scholarships during the second and third years to those who maintain academic excellence.” The woman smiled, her voice rising an octave as if that would somehow make it easier on Embry. “So just keep up those grades, and you never know!”

Great. No pressure. Embry knew she would be sick if she didn’t get out of that office. Thanking her advisor, she tucked the financial aid packet in her purse and hurried out.

Embry walked through the crowded atrium, her head spinning. She crunched the numbers again and again but came up with the same answer. Ten thousand dollars to cover tuition for the year. She had that in savings, plus a bit more, but that was supposed to go to her rent. And what about money for groceries, bills? She would be forced to shell out all of the money up front, and financial aid was never a guarantee. She took her pity party to one of the empty tables and sat down to look through the packet her advisor had given her.

A large iced coffee was placed in front of her as Morgan sat down beside her. “Looked like you could use this. I saw you pouting from across the atrium.”

Pouting was a mild term compared to the major meltdown going on in Embry’s head. “Thanks, M.”

“That’s what best friends are for. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

Embry filled her in on the meeting with her advisor. She skated over the finer details, like the fact that she wouldn’t have money for rent. Morgan’s family owned Embry’s apartment, and the last thing she wanted was their charity.

But Morgan, being Morgan, picked up on it right away. “What aren’t you telling me? You have money saved to cover the tuition, right?”

“I have money saved...” Embry trailed off.

“But it was for your rent,” Morgan said, putting the pieces together.

Embry nodded, humiliated.

“Embry, my parents don’t need the money. The only reason you’re paying rent is because you insisted.”

“I know, but I just don’t feel right doing it any other way.”

“What about your parents? Can they help?”

The thought had crossed Embry’s mind, but she’d dismissed it as quickly as it came. “I can’t ask them. Not after leaving like I did, with no explanation. I know they love me and I’m sure they’d help if they could, but I just don’t feel right asking. I’ll look around town to see if I can pick up a bartending job somewhere. Besides”—she held up the papers—“there’s always financial aid.”

“Stubborn,” Morgan scolded.

“Spoiled,” she shot back with a grin.

The girls talked until it was time to head to their classes. They hadn’t been able to talk their way into the same section, so they had completely different schedules.

“Criminal law?” Embry asked Morgan as they walked out of the atrium.

Morgan nodded. “Professor Charles.”

“Gasp! I heard he’s a nightmare. Good luck. I’ve got contracts with Coleman.”

Morgan shrugged. “I’m pretty sure she learned the art of torturing first years from Charles himself.”

“Sounds like we’re both in for some fun then!” Embry said with fake enthusiasm. She turned down the hallway leading away from Morgan.

“Good luuuuuck,” her friend called.



Embry walked into the classroom and stood in the back, getting her bearings. Rows of stadium seating lay before her, and she watched students mill around. She wandered down the stairs and chose a seat toward the middle of the classroom. As she pulled out her computer, someone slid into the seat next to her.