Esther stepped off the bus, remaining on the grassed footpath while it drove away. She wiped the palms of her hands against her knee length, black skirt as she watched the bus disappear around the corner. The day was a little cool, being that it was late May, but not so cold that she needed to wear a jumper and long pants. Which was a good thing since her only option would have been worn jeans and faded jumpers.
After wiping her hands against the skirt once more, she took a folded piece of paper from the handbag she’d picked up recently at an op shop for a couple of dollars. She couldn’t very well have turned up at the interview using her backpack as a handbag. She opened the piece of paper and stared at the address. Her stomach did a long, slow turn.
What was she thinking? No experience
