and Theresa continued their own conversation about Nick’s love life as if he were steps away from the altar. He wasn’t even sure why he bothered to try to tell them otherwise. Those two could be such gossips at times.
But Nick didn’t mind being the center of their conversation. He liked the banter and the way his shoulders relaxed around his family. David’s house was much different from their parents’. Dad didn’t talk about much other than work. Nick could be himself with his brother and family. It was all he needed after the start to the week he’d had so far.
Angie woke early the next morning, the sound of her mother’s voice and the banging of kitchen cabinets reverberating in her head. Managing to make her excuses to avoid her mother’s annual cookie baking session, Angie grabbed the keys to Donato’s rusty old wagon and nearly sprinted out the door to leave for Reese’s house.
As she climbed into the driver’s seat, she couldn’t help but feel a small pang of guilt in her chest. Her mother had been so excited to have Angie home, she knew that she just wanted to enjoy all the festive activities that the season allowed while Angie was around. But Angie was all too aware that she wasn’t going to find her next job from sitting around all day in her mum’s kitchen. None of the hotels called her back, and each time she tried to follow up, one of the assistants blocked her, saying that they would be in touch if they were interested. Angie wanted to see if Reese had reviewed her resume for changes. Making a mental note to set aside some baking time to appease her mother, she dialed Reese’s number in her cellphone, started the ignition and set off to her friend’s house.
***
‘Can I pay you to move back home for good and make my food every day?’ Reese said as she shoveled the last bit of Belgium waffle into her mouth. She licked the syrup from the fork. Angie barely ate two bites in the time Reese had finished hers.
‘You can’t afford me,’ Angie said, unsure that she wouldn’t take any job offered to her. ‘Besides, this is temporary. You’ll have a baby soon.’
‘I’ll need more help than ever.’ Reese walked into the living room and Angie followed with her plate. ‘Everyone keeps telling me how tired I’ll be in the first few months. You know me. I love to sleep.’
‘Is Jer taking any time off?’
‘A little.’ Reese sat on the couch with a little groan. ‘But it’s not going to be enough.’
‘What about his parents?’
‘I’m sure they’ll help.’
Angie sat next to her friend, placing the plate on the table. She propped pillows around Reese. With her hands busy she thought again of what Jeremy said. Reese missed her and she couldn’t help feeling guilty that she didn’t have roots here so that she could be around for her friends. They were happy, but Reese seemed overwhelmed.
‘It will be fine. I don’t think I’m going to the West Coast again, so I’ll be home more often.’
‘That would be nice. Aunty Angie can’t stay away too long.’
Angie didn’t want to get into her next move with Reese quite yet. Especially because she had no plan in mind. ‘Did you look at my resume?’
‘I did. Looks good. No notes from me.’
Angie sensed there was something else Reese wanted to say. But if her resume was flawless and she still didn’t receive any phone calls, maybe the problem was her.
‘I think your luck will turn around soon,’ Reese said.
‘When did you become so wise?’
‘Don’t you know all pregnant women are clairvoyant?’
Angie’s phone rang with an unknown number on the screen. She flipped the phone to show Reese.
‘Who is it?’ Reese asked, leaning over.
‘A job?’ Angie’s heart leaped in her chest. Merry Christmas to me.
‘Answer it,’ Reese said with a huge grin on her face.
Angie picked up the call. ‘This is Angie.’
‘Hi, Angela Martinelli?’ a woman said on the other line.
‘Yes.’ Her heart fluttered in her chest. She wondered which hotel was calling her back. Though it didn’t matter. She was ready to restart her life.
‘This is Carrie from Westford Malls, we received your resume and wanted to have you come in for an interview.’
Reese’s eyes widened before she stood from the couch, faster than Angie had seen her move lately.
Angie shook her head. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t—’ Realization flooded through her. Reese pushing Angie to get a job. Asking to see her resume.
‘You didn’t,’ Angie hissed at her best friend.
‘Excuse me?’ Carrie asked from the other line.
Reese shook her head, but even she couldn’t hide the mischievous grin from her face.
‘I, um …’ Angie’s mind went blank.
‘We have a ten-thirty interview slot tomorrow morning. Can you make it into our corporate offices for then?’ Carrie asked.
Angie fisted the fabric of the throw pillow next to her.
Reese’s gaze wandered around the room.
‘Ms Martinelli?’ Carrie’s voice rang in Angie’s ear. ‘Do we have a bad connection?’
Angie shook her head, though it wasn’t as if Carrie could see her. It was the first job offer she’d received, even though it was unsolicited.
‘Yes, I can be there for ten-thirty.’ She hadn’t interviewed in a while, and this could be a practice round before the interviews for the hotel jobs.
‘See you then,’ Carrie said before hanging up.
Angie sunk into the silence on the other line before putting her phone down.
‘At least you have an interview,’ Reese said.
‘I can’t believe you did that behind my back.’
‘You need money. This is your chance at a job. You already have experience there.’
‘I told you I don’t want to work at the mall, especially around Christmas.’
‘What’s your alternative? Sitting around, waiting for your phone to ring? That’s not the Angie I know. Besides, your severance money will only last so long.’
With an apologetic email back from Melissa, the money had landed in Angie’s account later than expected. At
