Reminders of Him

by Colleen Hoover

Amy looks me up and down. “Why are you so desperate? The pay is shit.” I put my shoe back on. “I, um . . .” I tie my shoe, stalling the inevitable admission. “I just got out of prison.” I say it fast and confidently, like it doesn’t bother me as much as it does. “But I’m not . . . I can do this. I won’t let you down and I won’t be any trouble.” Amy laughs. It’s a loud laugh, but when I don’t laugh with her, she folds her arms over her chest and tilts her head. “Oh, shit. You’re serious?” I nod. “Yeah. But if it’s against policy, I totally get it. It’s not a big deal.” She waves a flippant hand. “Eh, we don’t really have a policy. We aren’t a chain—we can hire whoever we want. To be honest, I’m obsessed with Orange Is the New Black, so if you’ll promise to let me know which parts of the show are bullshit, I’ll give you an application.” I could cry. Instead, I fake a smile. “I’ve heard so many jokes about that show. I guess I need to watch it.” Amy rolls her head. “Yes. Yes, yes. Best show, best cast; come with me.”