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Page 49 of June: Jess' Story

“Well, you could start at the cafe downstairs. They can’t make a cappuccino for shit.”

I laugh. “Okay, then. That’s where I’ll start.”

Britain

How you doing, babe?

Jess

Great!

Really?

Sure. I just got hired at a job that pays minimum wage, I’m sleeping in the same bed as I did at 13, and I’m pretty sure the homeless man in front of my building just hit on me.

Okay…

Why don’t you just work for me full time? You could even come back to Spearhead!

Because you don’t actually have any work for me to do. You’re basically paying me to be your friend and give you fashion advice. Which btw, I love you, but I quit.

Are you mad at me?

No. I’m really not. I just have to figure some stuff out on my own.

I hate this.

I wouldn’t say I’m loving it either.

Britain

Can I come visit?

Jess

When were you thinking? My schedule at the cafe is a bit wild at the moment.

Okay, just whenever you can pencil me in.

I’ll let you know in a couple weeks.

Okay…

Tommy

How’s E doing?

Jess

Good! Took a step today. I’ll send you the video.

No way! Really?!

Yup.

How are you? How’s the new nanny?

Fine. New nanny is great, thanks for hiring her.