Chapter 8Ruth hurried inside against the wind, the back door slamming with a loud bang behind her.
“You win some, you lose some,” she muttered to herself.
She dusted off her dripping overcoat, hung it on the wire rack beside the door, and set her umbrella in the kitchen sink. A reflection of the weather, her interview with Transworld Publishers had been a total washout. Rejection, she’d learned, was an unavoidable occupational hazard. But she’d managed to get a grip on it, which was as important a skill to master as the work itself, if not more so.
“I can carry a win, and I can carry a loss.”
Perhaps had the interview not been scheduled a mere two hours after she’d pulled an all-nighter for the BBC, Ruth would have fared better. The rep she’d met with, a perfectly gracious young man na
