Victoria
"Why were you in someone's room?"
"I wasn't in someone's room, I was in the wrong room, there is a difference—"
"Emily."
"Can we not focus on that? I have more important things to discuss—"
"What things? You hung up on me—"
"How is the baby?" Emily said. "How is my little nephew or niece? Is it missing me? It must be missing me, I have a very warm personality and babies can sense these things even in the womb—"
I breathed in slowly through my nose.
It worked. The subject change worked, which was humiliating, but I felt the rant deflate slightly at the edges because the question had reached something softer and I was tired and my back hurt and I had been on my feet all day covering for a man who thought I was a professional opportunist.
"What is wrong with your brother," I
