Chapter 8

I walk through the hallway toward my desk, glancing at the clock. I’ve been gone almost two hours, but something tells me Wilma won’t mind. Since coming here, I’ve worked like crazy, and she seems to trust my skills. I’ve returned a lot calmer and happier. I’ll gladly make up the hours at the end of the day to ensure she knows I’m not abusing my second chance at being here. She’ll be happy with that. Plus, now that I have a plan about what I’m going to do, I feel better. I’ve always liked plans and control, knowing where I’m going and what I’m doing. Despite not being exactly what I want in life, it’s a step forward with a new focus. Determined to move on, I have a notebook full of jobs to look at later tonight, resolving to apply for at least one.

I beam at her as I pass her glass-walled office, and she grins back, phone to her ear, and makes animated hand gestures. I’ll miss her even though my time in her department has been brief. I’m comfortable working with her. Something