JOB INTERVIEW
After I’d revealed the little tidbit about my therapy session with Dr. Rice, the woman that Ethan’s been having noncommittal s*x with, I’ll never forget his pale face and spewing coffee over himself and half the shop. Once he contained himself, he was obliging enough to enter the address of his mother’s shop in my phone.
So, here I am just a few cars down from Old World Witchery, located a street over from the French Market on Decatur Street. As I step out of my car, the scent of gas exhaust and a faint hint of salt wafts in the morning air.
I notice the hustle and bustle of downtown life—cars lining both sides of the narrow street and people walking up and down the sidewalk with aimless chatter. It’s electrifying, I think, as an easy smile caresses the corners of my mouth
