Chapter Seventeen
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
January
Ever since I was a teenager and Angela Chase, the main character on the teen drama My So-Called Life, said she equated the ticking of the 60 Minutes clock to the end of the weekend, I’ve hated Sunday nights. But none quite so much as this one.
Not only was I facing the first morning of the new regime at work, but Alex was leaving for the conference too. I was so nervous that not even two glasses of wine could steady me. Alex, on the other hand, was the definition of calm and collected, watching TV as if this was any other night. It was driving me crazy. Finally, I kicked him gently in the ankle.
That got his attention. “Ow! What was that for?” “How can you possibly be so calm? Your interview is tomorrow morning. Why aren’t you freaking out?”
