Everything
that she had ever assumed about this dreary town, small in both size
and its collective capacity to imagine, about her life, and just about
everything else now seemed strange and unfamiliar. On top of this,
Rhonda, after shifting into third gear, was running a hand up her thigh.
"Uh, I'm, uh... I'm straight," said Julia.
Rhonda muttered something and shifted into fourth, charging through the
intersection of Central and Oak just as the light changed to red.
When Julia finally unlocked her apartment door, she found Cecil and two
messages on the machine waiting for her. Cecil purred and rubbed her
shins with his head. She picked him up and pressed play on her
answering machine.
Message number one: "Hello, this is Dr. Bernstein calling for Julia
Nelson. Your uncle Justin became dehydrated today and will be at St.
Joseph's for a while. We'll call you as further developments arise
at..."
Uncle Justin in the hospital! I'll have to call the Manager and let
him know she needed tomorrow off, she thought. Would he buy that? Oh
great, I'm going to lose two jobs in two days!
Before she could rewind, message number two began: "Hon, this is
Justin!" Julia gasped and dropped Cecil, who landed perfectly and
returned to rubbing her shins.
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