AFTER DOING MY HOMEWORK, I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich and then took a shower. Afterward, I pulled out a pair of black slacks and a dressy blue blouse my grandmother had given me last Christmas. I dried my hair, did my makeup, and then practiced answering possible questions they might throw at me in interview. Although I was nervous, I was also excited about getting a job and really wanted the one at Herschel’s. It seemed like a fun place to work and I really needed the money.
My interview was at seven and I was on pins and needles by the time my grandmother arrived home.
“You look very nice,” she said, nodding in approval. “And I love that shirt. Someone with very good taste must have picked it out for you.”
I laughed. “I know, right?”
She pulled her car keys out of her purs
