Page 16 of Making Home with You

Picking my phone up I answer with a clipped, “Yes, hello?”

“Um…” the caller pauses and then asks, “Is this Sarah Summers?”

“Yes it is.May I ask who’s calling?”

“This is James Miller from the human resources department of Bolton and Fisher.I’m calling in regards to the resume you submitted.”

“Oh, yes, yes.I’m so sorry.What can I help you with?”

“We are interested in having you come in for an interview.”

Before he can give me any details, I answer, with a far too desperate, “Yes.”

He chuckles a bit and then proceeds to ask me if it would be possible for me to come in today, giving me the time and the people I will be meeting with.

Shocked by the quickness, but still excited in general, I agree to an interview at two p.m.today.Not only is this amazing news because I haven’t been able to get an interview, it means I might get to extend my stay in Rockport a little bit longer.

Just as I’m about to confirm the time and hang up, the man on the other end adds, “Oh and Miss Summers, unfortunately the job you applied for is no longer available, and although you are probably over qualified, the only position we currently have available is for an assistant to the Vice President of Sales.Will that work for you?”

“Yes,” I answer quickly not caring one bit.

“We were impressed with your resume and since we are a rather large corporation, there should be room for advancement in the future.”

What this man doesn’t know is that I honestly don’t care.I just need a job at this point… anything to get me out of Eddington.

“Great,” I add, more than thrilled with any opportunity.

“Wonderful.We’ll see you today at two o’clock.”

“Thank you.I’m looking forward to it.”

I want to scream out loud, dance like an idiot, but over everything else I want to call Finn and tell him.

We talked quite a bit last night over dinner about my need to get out of Eddington and find a job.It isn’t just that I’m living with my parents, but that I feel useless.I have two degrees and I’m tending bar in my hometown.

After processing everything, I’ve now just realized I’m in Rockport with a couple of sweaters, a pair of jeans, some leggings and snow boots.I can’t go on a fucking job interview today.What the hell was I thinking?

I can hear someone moving about in the kitchen and I pray it’s Erin because I need her help right now.If it’s not her, I’m waking her up.

I haul ass into the kitchen, my bare feet sliding on the wood floor as I practically slide my way in there.

Ryan is sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal.Gross, I hate oatmeal.And Erin is pulling a stack of frozen pancakes from the microwave.

“Erin,” I practically shout as I find myself trying not to plow into her.“I need your help.”My words come out as more of a pleading whine than I planned.My excitement is now turning to anxiety.“I have a fucking job interview today,” I tell her, wanting to grab her and shake her because I need everyone in this room to understand the importance of this.

“Fucking finally,” Ryan shouts out, slamming his hands down on the table, but he’s totally making fun of me.

I turn to him, “Listen, you shithead, it’s not like I haven’t been trying.”I glare at him and he smiles back at me, giving me a nerdy thumbs up.

“What do you need?”Erin asks, ignoring Ryan’s smart-ass comment.“I should have something you can wear, but the shoes are probably going to be an issue.”She looks down at her feet and then mine, with hers clearly being much smaller.

She ushers me into her bedroom, leaving Ryan sitting at the table uninterested in all of it.

After sorting through Erin’s closet for at least an hour, the two of us finally settle on a black pencil skirt and a cream-colored short sleeve chiffon shirt and I breathe a sigh of relief.Even though I know her shoes won’t fit, I still try to cram my feet into her shoes.

“Erin,” I wail.“Why are your feet so tiny?”

“I don’t know.Why are yours so big?”