Conversations with the Fat Girl by Liza Palmer

Author:Liza Palmer [PALMER, LIZA]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780446509954
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Urban Life

I do not fear the unknown. I do not even fear death—in the event that I’ve lived a good life. What I fear is a life of mediocrity.

We’re sold this script for life with lovers like Romeo and heroes like Jack London, but we’ve got an hourlong commute to a job we hate and a utility bill to pay every month. I crave a life of freedom and passion—but I’ve sentenced myself to a life of quiet desperation and prime-time sitcoms. I’ve numbed myself and it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker when I wake up.

I crawl into bed and sleep fitfully. I have to work the night shift tomorrow, so I can sleep in. I have my massage with Sam in the morning, so I’ll be all relaxed when I see Domenic. How am I going to do this? No more. I’m just going to walk past that fucking blue bucket and ask him out. It’s all fun and games until he figures out I want to be more than just his friend.

I sleep until eight thirty and wake up staring at the clothes I have laid out on the chair. I swing my feet out of the bed and get up. My body aches. I should have recovered from the move by now. I’m a young woman, why do I ache so much? Should I be worried about this? I start brewing my morning coffee and get ready for my shower.

While toweling off my hair, I think about the past couple of days. I’m tired of being the girl who waits. I pad over to the mantel and pick up the creased piece of paper. I am rejuvenated and excited as I unfold the paper. I pick up the phone and dial the number. The phone is wet and slippery.

“This is Beverly Urban.” Her voice is affected in a Bette Davis kind of way—not quite British, but not really American, either.

“Hello, Ms. Urban, this is Maggie Thompson. My sister, Kate di Matteo, spoke with you regarding an internship restoring the Marcus Aurelius.” Surprisingly, I am calm and speak with confidence.

“Yes . . . yes. I was wondering what happened to you.” She stops. Is it my turn? Do I need to make an excuse? Should I explain my thought process? Should I tell her about the blue buckets?

“I apologize, Ms. Urban. I have finally finished moving and I’m ready to give you and the Getty my full attention.” Good. Professional. Honest.

“The position is still open and I am still interviewing. You are a lucky woman, Ms. Thompson. How does this Monday look for you?”

“Monday is perfect. Thank you for this opportunity, Ms. Urban.” Solo starts licking my wet legs.

“We’ll see you then, Ms. Thompson.” We finalize the details and hang up.

I call Mom to give her the news. While I’m on a roll, I make the necessary arrangements with the Bellagio for Olivia’s wedding shower: three suites for the last weekend in July. I put one suite in Kate’s name, one in Hannah’s, and the third in Olivia’s.

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