“Will it get them to pick up their socks?” a woman asked.
“It will do better than that,” I assured her. “Just wait and see.”
That was my moment. It was the moment I knew I had them in my pocket. It was the moment I became the heroine of my story. Maybe theirs, too.
“To vitality,” I said.
Of course, the men don’t take them willingly. The Woman’s Alliance came up with a plan for that.
“I hear you’re really shaking things up,” Vanessa tells me, glancing around the room.
“Not too much. It’s more like boiling a frog.”
She smiles, and it feels good to see her happy. Of everything, maybe this is what I’m most proud of. I have a real friend. Vanessa needs me. “Do you really think it’s okay? What I’m doing?”
“Yes,” I reply. "You have to get back in the business of taking what you want, rath
