Una has written this passage. What is the best suggestion for how she should spend her time proofreading this draft?
Weary to my core, and shuffling upstairs from my parents' basement. I
tried not to think. Almost forty, and living with my parents while my
husband tried to find a job in this post-crash economy. More than that was
awful, though. My old, frayed pajamas; my inability to afford new ones; and
the fact the pancakes I was smelling were ones my mom had made me.
And I'm thirty-nine years old, I thought. An age when I'm supposed to be
providing for myself.