[Jeanne pokes her head into the cafeteria and sees that Sonic's stew is going to take an entire God-loving hour. She slowly closes the door completely, so even the latch clicks, which is probably the Jeanne version of slamming the door.

If she's going to have to continue to suffer (which nobody asked her to do), she might as well do it somewhere else. So here she is on the playground with her bible under the light of the moon.]

I will not deny that I am contemplating church.

cafeteria

[Now Jeanne is eating the soup. She's patient and meticulous about it and exhaled air on the spoon but tears of involuntary gratitude are streaming down her face.]

I must be careful not to burn myself... It is not as if that pain has ever stopped me, after all.