A Novella MisTaken(37)

“Not an option. I’m counting on you to care for me when we retire. Unless I hit it big time, which, at this rate, does not look like it is happening. We’ll need that money when we’re old.”

If it had been a typical conversation, Andy would have resented the fact that her sister assumed there would be no men in their lives in the future. It was understandable that Lacy thought she’d never love again, but what was wrong with Andy? Just because she hadn’t had a date in …

Okay, that was just depressing. It had been too long for her to even recall. Coupled with their financial situation, it made for a really dreary morning.

Putting thoughts of her lonely bed aside, she concentrated on the matter at hand. “So how bad are we right now?”

Lacy frowned. “Bad. I thought I could manage the shortage by picking up a few extra gigs, but I haven’t landed anything that pays very much. I barely have enough right now to cover rent, and it’s almost time to renew my T pass or CharlieCard, whatever they’re calling the subway now. And have you noticed our fridge is pretty fucking bare?”

They’d had dry cereal for breakfast and lunch the last three days. “Yeah, I did notice that.”

“You paid the Internet bill so we’re good for a month there.”

Andy kept her eyes down. “Uh-huh.” She hadn’t paid the Internet bill. It had been the last of her savings and she’d spent it instead on a new suit for a job interview she’d had the week before. A job she hadn’t gotten. Not enough experience, no references. Same story every time. She hadn’t even told Lacy about it, afraid to get her hopes up.

“And I paid all the other monthly bills already, but it’s almost the fifteenth and that doesn’t give us long before they’re all due again.”

“God, Lace, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” Maybe a general apology would cover all her faults, including the missed Internet bill.

“Stop apologizing and get a job!”

“I’m trying!” Except she really wasn’t trying that hard. Not anymore. She’d tried in the beginning, but the interview the week before had been her first in almost a month. No one wanted a twenty-eight-year-old who hadn’t finished college and had a mostly blank résumé. The only job she’d held for the past eight years was certainly not going on there, not after the way it ended. The search had begun to feel pointless. “I’ve tried,” she corrected. “You know I’ve tried. I send out résumés every single day. Just because I haven’t gotten any other invites to interview yet doesn’t mean I won’t.” She hoped Lacy didn’t recognize her lack of conviction.

“Yeah, I do know you’re looking. But without a single callback? I also know the probability of you getting a job anytime soon is pretty slim. At least the kind of job you want. So it’s time to start looking elsewhere.”

“All right. You’re right. I need to lower my expectations. But this is really low, Lace. I…” She reached for the tablet, drawing it closer to read it once more. There were so many other options—she could try retail or be a hostess somewhere. “Why this job?”

Lacy held up a finger. “Because, number one, it’s hiring right now. And we need money right now. Unless you want to flip burgers, this is the best chance I see at having another paycheck in our hands within the next two weeks.” She added a second finger. “And number two, this job was made for you.”

“Thanks. I’m glad to know what you really think of my skills.” Truthfully, Andy had no skills. At least not the kind that could be quantified or labeled. She wasn’t great at computers, still used two fingers to type. The very thought of attempting Excel made her queasy. Her talents were unique and her previous employer had recognized them, shaping her job to suit her. Then she’d gone and screwed it all up. But only after he’d tried to screw her, literally. Her retaliation had felt worth it at the time. Now, with pennies in her pockets, she wasn’t so sure.

“I think your skills are pretty damn rare. Not many people have the kind of talents you do. You know that, right?”

Andy shrugged.

“You just have to get some work under your belt so you can get an awesome referral and take those abilities to somewhere fantastic. This is that stepping-stone, Andy. You know you would rock it. You nail anything that has to do with people’s personalities. And this”—she pointed at the iPad—“matching-people-up crap? That’s exactly what you’re best at.”

Actually, when Lacy put it that way, it was what Andy was best at. “I suppose so. Only—”