Thirty-Two
Holly
I put in my earrings while walking down the stairs to join my mom, who insists on driving me to the restaurant where I’m meeting my father as if I’m fifteen and going on my first date.
“Guess what?” she says, standing in the kitchen with three bags of groceries on the kitchen table.
“What?” I open the fridge, searching through shelves lined with food for a bottle of wine.
“I got a job!”
I whip my head in her direction. “What?”
“I can’t just sit here all day. I mean, you’re busy at the school. I might as well earn a little money.” She unpacks the groceries.
“Where did you get a job?”
“At the diner. I went in and explained my situation, told them about my experience. This man who doesn’t even know me vouched for me. He told Rachel that she could use me during the we
