I ended up taking it.
The job, that is.
After a week, I finally came out of the coma I had slumped into and replugged the phone in.
Sad to say, it wasn't that I had reached enlightenment, although after a week of fasting, I should have.
Nope, nothing so drastic or life changing.
Simply put, I got hungry.
I called my favorite deli in town and asked for a delivery of fresh bread, crab salad, a wedge of Brie, and a basket of fruit. I took a shower, opened a bottle of chilled Galestro, and, as I waited for the food to arrive, picked up the phone. I called my family first and talked to my father for the longest time. He just listened, as he usually does. I could almost picture him leaning against the heavy dresser in the hall, where the only phone in the house is kept, nodding or frow
