CHAPTER FOURTY-SIX
MELINDA
Three weeks into the job, Clarissa decided to make my life even more miserable. I walked into the break room Tuesday morning to find half the cleaning staff whispering in clusters, their voices dropping when they saw me.
"What's going on?" I asked Georgia, who was sitting alone at our usual table.
"Clarissa's been talking and telling everyone that you're only here because you think you're better than us, that you're slumming it to write some exposé about poor people or something." Georgia handed me half her muffin. "Don't let her get to you."
But it was hard not to let it get to me when everywhere I went, people stopped talking. When I tried to be friendly, they turned away. When I asked for help reaching something on a high shelf, they pretended not to hear
