“I can’t talk,” Junie said. “I’m getting ready for work.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she braced herself for her sister’s response. She hadn’t meant to tell her she was working. Junie held her breath, bracing herself for Maileah’s ridicule.
“You? A job? That’s rich. Doing what?”
Junie mustered as much dignity as she could. “I’m managing the gift shop at the Majestic Hotel.”
Maileah tapped on the phone. “Hello-oo, we must have a bad connection. It sounded like you said gift shop.”
giftshop“That’s right.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
Junie hated having to defend her choices to her sister. “I’m not like you, Mayday.”
Maileah muttered something Junie couldn’t make out. Then she added, “Come on, Junie. You don’t have to punish yourself for Mark’s death. If I had your
