Chapter Thirty-five
As the week progressed, the heaviness slowly lifted from my body. Instead of shuffling with leaden feet down the hall at KZSD, by midweek I walked with a spring in my step. The change was apparent and Marly commented on it.
“Yes,” I told her. “Since Deena’s visit, I feel I’ve turned the corner.”
“Does this mean you’ll get back on the air?” She raised an eyebrow. “The reason I’m asking is I’ve got this fun idea for us, and I was hoping you’d brainstorm with me.”
“Sure. Why not?”
She opened her laptop and went over the notes she had taken. We tossed ideas back and forth in a spirited exchange. By the time we finished I couldn’t wait to get back on the air. We practiced trading lines until we polished our work and I felt comfortable saying my part.
Early in the first
