The Sublet

by Greer Hendricks

I should arrive at my destination in forty-three minutes.

About the length of the book...cute.

This is a family car—but I am alone.

This meant nothing.

There should be a footnote attached to my family’s definition of “mother” that states cook, housekeeper, tutor, social secretary, budgeter, party planner, therapist, nurse, and morality instructor.

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add chauffeur to the list.

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Honesty starts with the promises you keep to yourself

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You need to stop trying to change your body to change your life. Instead, you need to change your life in order to change your body.

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“Text her. I think they’re eager to sublet. I mean, it can’t hurt, right?”

We are like lackluster caterpillars next to a radiant butterfly.

I fantasize about alphabetizing my spices and wearing an apron that says I Am the Secret Ingredient

Although my words are veiled, he understands a parental SOS when he sees one.

You deserve it.

This is the beginning of our new life, I think as I drift off to sleep in his arms.

If she was so pleased with her own work, why did she even hire me?

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open all your windows to get the air flowing and help extricate the stagnant energy.”

Thank god I hid the notes for my own book. She needs to think that I’m only focused on her.

and I make my favorite single-girl dinner: popcorn with olive oil, parmesan cheese, and salt.

An hour later, I’m wide awake, and I sneak out of bed and take two of Melody’s relaxation supplements. I hesitate, then pop a third.

I can't wait to find out what's in these "supplements"

There was just an article in the Times about deaths in Japan linked to sketchy supplements.”

feel too tired and weak to argue.

Picture yourself in a boat with a citrus yellow sail gliding into a peaceful lavender sunrise. The horizon blushes with soft, violet hues that are almost otherworldly. Feel your spirit on the deck as you fly across the water. Remember while we are all navigating vast unknown seas, we each travel in our own unique direction. There is no right or wrong way. Open your sail, be free. This is your lavender moment.

and since Paul has a client dinner, I continue working well into the evening.

“You asked about her. How she died,” Peg says. I stop. “It was deemed an accident. An overdose,” she continues.

Matthew Perry and Whitney Houston similarly drowned.

One of my favorite interviewing techniques is to remain silent and let the subject fill in the blanks.