Chapter 32It all happened So. Fast.
So f*****g fast.
I woke late on Sunday morning and putzed around my apartment, replaying everything that had happened at MassArt, giddy. I made several too many cups of coffee and did laundry, wrote Christmas cards for the few people I hadn’t totally screwed over or alienated. I had hoped to slip a large check into the one addressed to Amanda and Derek, for the ring, but my bank account wasn’t quite there yet. Soon, though.
At one I settled on the floor of my bedroom with my latest project and turned on the television, delighted to find they were playing White Christmas. I’d watched that movie at least twenty-five times with my mom and sister. I knew the lines by heart.
Just as the drama with the rug and the landlord was going down, my phone buzzed o
