CHAPTER 5Exactly three weeks before Mirabelle’s wedding, I got a call from a school I had been interviewing with. My general belief was and still is, that good news travels fast. So, if it was good news, the employer would call me to tell me quickly, but if it was bad news, then a simple email or letter would do the dirty work.
So, I answered the phone expecting to hear, “Congratulations!” Instead, what I heard was that I had been put on standby, on a sort of wait list. If their preferred candidate accepted the position, they would send me a rejection letter. But if he or she declined, then the position was mine. Never in my life had I prayed for someone’s downfall as I did that day. God, forgive me.
But by evening time, I stopped and decided to just let go. Interestingly, I remembered K
