Chapter Forty-five
At work the next day I made several stupid errors. Playing the wrong ad wasn’t as bad as the twelve seconds of dead air we had until I realized the feed from the number two cart was switched off. My headache could have been from slapping myself in the forehead for all the mistakes I made. Ugh! Stress! By the third hour, I had regained control. Marly knew I wasn’t myself and naturally carried the show.
I answered the phone off the air and ran carts while focusing on Marly’s banter. Listening steadily boosted my confidence. I screened several calls to find an enlightened viewpoint on the subject at hand: gay student clubs in high school.
“Gayline, what’s the nature of your call?” I asked.
“Mrs. Larson? Is that you?”
I paused. It was a girl’s voice. No one called me Mr
