Maggie’s life was finally coming together. She practically skipped down the street toward her car. In her pocket, she had a list of community events she would photograph for the newspaper. The pay was crap, but she would have her name attached to pictures that were published.
Now all she had to do was sell herself one more time to Moira’s friend who was doing the magazine startup. It would take a bit of juggling, but she could handle it in order to build a new career. Moira had done it. She’d worked small, going-nowhere jobs and then started freelancing.
Maggie had already learned quite a bit from her big sister. She drove from the suburbs into downtown to meet Moira’s friend Tara at a coffee shop.
Because she worried about being late, Maggie sped across town and ended up arriving early
