“I mean, she would’ve put “Angie,” probably, which would’ve been worse.”
Maeve burst out laughing, and suddenly her face didn’t look so stormy. “Seriously, though, I’ll say thanks and that I’d rather leave it there. If she keeps this up, I’m gonna tell Lee Ann it’s her or me, and she’s been here longer.” She frowned.
“Do you need this job?” I asked quietly, moving to stand closer.
“Yeah.” She sighed. “I applied at a bunch of places. I’m “overqualified” for a lot of retail and service jobs, so no one wants to hire me—even though I’m not actually qualified at all, I just have a degree in a random thing. I have the grant for my tuition, but living expenses are mostly on me.”
“Maybe a student loan from a bank?” I suggested.
“Possible.” She sighed. “I do not want more debt, but this is Ame
