CHAPTER 10
WITH GOD AND the bird sitting outside on my balcony railing as my witnesses, I was never drinking again.
I rolled over in bed and groaned when I saw that once more I was late for work. Eight flipping thirty. I’d made it halfway to the shower before I realised it was Saturday.
Thank goodness.
Yesterday, I’d offered to help Ishmael out over the weekend, but he’d declined, saying, “Sometimes, darling, I just work better in peace.”
I knew the feeling. I worked better without Myrna in the room. Or, in fact, anywhere in the building. Simply imagining she might be nearby cast a black cloud over my mood.
But with a whole weekend to do as I pleased, I blocked her out and focused on the positive. Or at least, I tried to. New York was a place I’d longed to spend time in, but I’d alwa
