On my way to catch transit this afternoon, I met a woman looking for an English class.
She was black, and bundled in a green jacket with faux fur fringe. She told me she was looking for the English at First school. I asked her what else she knew about the school. She gave me the paper with some information on it.
I suggested that we call the number on it, but that was for a different program. She also showed me a business card from a language assessor at a local sevice organization. I called that person, Tracy.
I said, “Uh . . . hi. My name is Ryan and I am trying to help a women here, find here ‘English at First’ class.”