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8 pages, Audiobook
First published November 4, 2019
“Do I make you nervous, Miss Harvey?” Abernathy asked, glancing up from the resume.
Ever noticed how there’s no good answer to this question?
Such as: No, my anxiety disorder does.
Or maybe: No, my face always looks like it’s bracing for a shovel.
Even better: Yes, you scalding-hot dumpster fire of a man. Yes, you do. Now stop looking at me before I pull my dress over my head and run screaming from your office because I don’t remember how to people.
“Me? Heck no.” My answer would have been infinitely more convincing had my voice not broken on the last word of this sentence.
Abernathy nodded and resumed his leisurely perusal of the paper.
An entire civilization rose, achieved enlightenment, and fell in the time it took him to read through my one-page document. The entire time, my eyes stayed fastened on his face, scanning for the slightest sign of trouble. When his eyebrows knit together, I tensed, ready to vault over the laundry pile and make a break for it if he asked me something I couldn’t answer.
“Looks good.“
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“Nice to meet you,” I said. Penny Bailey. Her name was the phonetic equivalent of her perfect bottom. My name sounded like a horse sneeze by comparison.
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Dave? My ex-husband Dave? Really? I blinked and rubbed my eyes, hoping this might be a temporary jetlag induced lapse in visual acuity. No such luck.
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“Jesus Christ, Hanna.” Abernathy interrupted. “Are you ever not thinking about food?”
While I thought about this, a frosted pink doughnut floated through my head like a mental screensaver. “I’d prefer not to answer that.”