It was my first night at Savannah’s. I got off work at the preschool, sped home to replace my red, awkward, somewhat tight-fitting polo with my new, overly sized, awkward-fitting black polo. I touched up my makeup, which consisted of applying another coat of mascara on top of the mascara I applied at seven that morning, put Madalynn in the bathroom after her walk, and headed out for my first night.
I’ll never forget the first thing Vince said to me when I showed up. Continue reading Chapter 23 by J. Nicoel Western: A Preview