Chapter Eleven
Monday morning I put on a lightweight pair of blue jeans and a dusty-rose-colored T-shirt. Ivory lace appliquéd to the neckline created a peek-a-boo glimpse of my chest without being especially revealing. It was my fanciest T-shirt, but a T-shirt nonetheless. I felt underdressed for work, certainly not dressed for success as Marly had suggested my first day on the job.
Over the weekend, I had spoken with my sister Deena, who encouraged me to find balance in my life. I was glad I had started my sewing project, but for now, the half-sewn drapes lay piled on the living room sofa. I wished I could have finished them without interruption, but I had a more pressing agenda. With that thought in mind, I gulped down the rest of my coffee, jumped in my Volvo wagon, and drove off tow
