Monday morning saw Reagan heading to work again for another day of Christmas shoppers. The thought of going to the mall was nauseating. Jen was about the only part of the experience that she could stand. The job at the library was becoming more enticing by the hour. All she could do was wait on the news from Donna and keep chugging along to get a paycheck. Her goal was to save as much as she could, hoping to one day live out her dream. She had chosen to study the subjects she picked because she cherished the idea of opening a*****e to sell her artwork. Getting to that point, without losing her mind first, was starting to become a challenge.
“Another glorious day,” Jen said to Reagan as they stuffed their coats into their lockers.
“I hate it,” Reagan replied instinctively.
“Me too. But l
