Chapter Thirty
Though I had promised to go on the air with Marly, I wheedled an extra few days of waiting on the premise I was listening and learning how best to contribute to the show. I’m not sure she bought it, but the end result was the same—a delay. In spare moments, I started playing little conversations in my head, asides that wouldn’t overshadow or misdirect her patter.
“Tomorrow’s Monday,” I said to Deena during our weekend conversation. “I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Of course you can. You underestimate yourself.”
“Please. You’re always saying that.”
“Because it’s true. Claire, you’re on the right path.”
“How can I be sure? My life is so different, nothing is familiar anymore.”
“Great! You’re not walking in circles.”
“Very funny. You should go on the air.”
“How about I
