I started pacing as soon as I arrived home in the evening, trying to figure out what to do. I kicked off my high heels after the first two laps, and my heels started to ache as I went back and forth, back and forth.
But I couldn’t stop.
Not until I figured out what on earth I was going to do.
I’d have to start making some phone calls.
I tried first with my contact at the planning commission. He was higher up than any of the people who’d come to the meeting, so might have some pull over him. A deep voice answered.
“Kara, I wasn’t expecting you to call after what happened today. My team told me your request was denied, but we might hear from you at the end of next month.”
“I know,” I said slowly, “I’m wondering if you can waive the 30-day waiting period and take a look at my requ
