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I did it. I landed myself a job baking cupcakes. It’s supposed to feel like a miracle in action, like I’ve caught myself in the middle of a lightning strike that lights the world with the glow of possibility. But I don’t feel triumphant. I am hollow with regret because I compromised myself.
I’m a businesswoman now. And I sold myself short first day on the job.
My khaki shorts feel far more feminine and beautiful than they did when I wore them at the diner.
Note that here on page 122 she is wearing shorts…
My skirt is splashed in pickle juice,
…and suddenly two pages later on page 124 she’s wearing a skirt. C’mon continuity editor!
A few people nearby help me pick up the books. Some even come behind the desk to clean up the papers that scattered in the avalanche. It blesses my heart that people don’t think twice to help. They don’t even offer; they just help. A gooey warmth settles in my chest, reminding me that this is my town now. I am one of them.
Guess I’m a cynical NYer because as soon as I read about Gretchen and others coming behind the desk I was sure the money envelope would be gone!
“Kind of. I mean, yes, but I don’t think I can. I can’t find my wallet. I swear it was in my purse this morning, but now it’s not there. Have you seen it?”
Ah ha! Cynical NYer was right! Figuring Gretchen stole the wallet to get Marianne’s ID so she can cash the check she stole from Carlos’ room.
