“How long are you going to mope around here?” Sophie asked one morning at breakfast. She washed and placed a dish in the rack. “It’s been a month, and you still haven’t found a job.”Nikki finished the last of the orange juice. She walked over and placed the empty glass in the sink. Her father opened the newspaper wider. He learned over the years to tune his wife’s nagging out.
“It’s not that I haven’t found one, I haven’t found one that I want to accept.”
“Oh, is that all,” Sophie said with sarcasm. “Dr. Calhoun over at Memorial Hospital told me they could get you on.”
“I said, Mom, I haven’t decided.”
Sophie dried her hands on her “Kiss The Mom” apron. “It looks like you didn’t think things through when you left Bayside.”
“You know why I left Bayside,” Nikki argued.
“If I told you o
