On Sunday, despite thinking about it for most of the last forty-eight hours, I still hadn’t decided whether or not to take the job with Kitty’s grandson’s company. My sister thought I was insane to turn down the only offer I’d had after searching for a while, but the idea of taking a job where I wasn’t really wanted didn’t sit right with me. I’d asked the woman from human resources if I could get back to her in a few days, and we’d agreed I’d let her know by Monday morning. I’d figured at some point a moment of clarity would hit me, but now I’d begun to think having any type of clarity in my life would never happen again. Oddly, the person I often talked to when I had doubts was the grandmother of the man who was giving me doubt about accepting the job.
But this was also the day I usually
