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“Where is she?”
“Well,” I chuckle. “Applying for new jobs according to her Linked In. Since I fired her.”
“You fired her?”
“Remember in December when I went back to the U.S. mainland to make cuts to Wellington Media since it wasn’t profitable?”
“Yeah. Well I didn’t know it at the time, but I’d fired her.”
I chuckle. After I racked my brain, I even recalled that Amelia and I actually met at one point in the elevator.
“Where’s she working now?” She asks.
“You know what,” I say, standing up. “That’s a good question, Yoshimi. Maybe I should find out.”
I make a few calls, and next thing I know, I’m on my way back to the United States.
24
AMELIA
I'm back home in Logan Square, Chicago, finishing putting my things into boxes because I'm getting my own place when my sister texts me. I turn down the Bon Iver I’ve had cranking at epic levels and let her up the stairs.
She’s got a big smile on her face and a bottle of wine in her hand.
“Sis. I told you…it’s Sunday. It’s my first day at my new job tomorrow. No wine.”
“It’s hard to believe you’re finally moving out of here!” She says as she comes inside. “What’s it been, three years that you’ve lived here?”
“A little over three.”
“So why are you moving again? You don’t like the neighborhood? Or they raised the rent?” She moves around the kitchen looking for something. I instinctively grab the wine opener from one of our boxes.
“Honestly I just want a fresh start. This one isn’t bad, but it’s got too much ‘Jansen energy.’ I’m throwing away the bed, too.”
“I feel that. How’s your love life in the post-Jansen era anyway?”
Yeah, Jansen and I broke up.
This time, I made sure he knew that it was for good.
I never found out if he’d made up the story about Jack. He swore it was true.
I figure, when in doubt, sometimes you’ve just to go move on and go for a completely fresh start.
“Nosy and asking about my love life, as usual. Is this wine like…usually strong?” I say as I hold the glass up to my nose.
“Nope. It’s two buck chuck from Trader Joes. Well…?”
“It’s non-existent.” I take a tiny sip of my wine.
“Maybe you’re pregnant. Your sense of smell does seem pretty sensitive.”
I nearly spit out my wine.
"Are you kidding me?" I ask her. "I haven't even been on a date in months!"
Nora just shrugs and takes another sip of her wine. "You never know," she says with a grin, twisting a some lochs of her hair with her fingers. “How long ago was Costa Rica?”
