Hope had planned for today so carefully, yet everything felt off-kilter. First, the rain had required that she hire a ride to the station, placing a dent in her meager stash of funds. But she couldn’t arrive at her new employer’s house looking like a wet puppy.
Second, as she had waited for the taxi under the portico, Mikey came out to say goodbye. She’d hoped to avoid him and any unnecessary sentiment, but he went on for a several minutes with another apology, asking her to please stay. She’d stared ahead stoically as the rain poured down, though her heart felt torn, and thank goodness the taxi pulled up.
Third, when she reread the leafletin the taxi, the position didn’t sound as appealing as it had last month when she’d applied for the job. But it was done. No going back.
The train approached now, sounding…
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