CHAPTER 42 | Holly
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I must’ve hung up with Scott twenty minutes ago, and I’m still staring at the phone, wondering what the hell I’m going to do. After Mrs. Mar—Adele, I remind myself. She insisted I start calling her by her given name—wrote my bonus check, I didn’t know what to do with it. I have the money for New York now, but Mom’s about to come home from the hospital. I want to be with her, but I want to take that job offer from Scott.
You want too much, I tell myself, and carry my coffee cup to the dishwasher, spending way more time than necessary arranging and rearranging the dirty dishes inside. After the neat orderliness of Beau’s, the house I share with Mom feels almost chaotic—the cluttered kitchen with its chipped cabinets, the furniture that overfills the rooms, and
