Sarah made me take a glass of champagne while she drank nearly three glasses. Later, when she suggested we drink the wine too, I refused, reminding her I had to be at work. "Hey, did you call Tom about the job he mentioned?" she asked as I was about to leave.
I turned back toward her and shook my head. "No."
"Why not?" she asked, coming closer. "This job at the bakery isn't doing much for you, is it? And you look like hell."
"Come on, we just celebrated. It's early in the morning."
"Yes, and look at me. I look fabulous."
"You look fabulous because you're back from work. Come on, just go to sleep so you're up and ready to be at the diner later. I gotta go."
"Yeah, but you really should call Tom about that other job."
"No, I don't think it's a good idea. Something's gonna come up. I j
