The next morning after my run, I walk inside, and I almost feel like I’m living the same day again. Gigi is on the phone and waves me over, and I already know it’s Mrs. Bishop on the other line.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Mila! It’s Mrs. Bishop. Your grandma told me that you’d like to take the job. How about today?”
“Today?” I ask, glancing over at Gigi who’s eagerly nodding. These Texans sure like to rush things.
“Yeah, today’s as good a day as ever,” Mrs. Bishop says.
“Um. Okay, yeah sure. I need to shower and take care of some small things, but I can be over afterward.”
“Perfect. Gigi knows the address. Thank you so much, Mila. I just know little Maize’s going to adore you. We’ll see you after lunch.” I’m almost in shock as I end the call. Gigi makes me a scrambled egg sandwich, and I eat it
