CHAPTER 10
My hand trembled as I dialed the number to Frankie’s. In all the years I’d worked there, I couldn’t remember calling in a single time. No matter how tired I was, we had always needed the money too much for me to lose a shift since the tips were what kept us fed.
I stumbled through the lines I’d rehearsed for Frankie, the tremor in my voice helping add the edge of truth to me saying I didn’t feel well. It was actually surprising I didn’t get sick often considering the stress I was always under.
His only response was a grunt, even when I said I wouldn’t be able to work my shift the next day either.
“You better be in on Monday, or I want a doctor’s note before you come back.”
“Of course. I’m so sorr—”
He hung up before I could finish apologizing again.
My stomach was in knot
