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“Plus, you don’t want to go dolling yourself up. You’re never going to get hired to be George Clooney’s housekeeper if you’re looking all cute.”
“What? Why not?” I asked.
“Do you think Amal is going to want that competition in the house?” Polly added, and I laughed.
“Yeah, right. She’s gorgeous and smart. She has nothing to be worried about.”
“But you’re hot and you’re young,” Chelsea said.
“Thank you, Chelsea. I don’t quite think the job is going to be for George Clooney, and I don’t think there’s anything I could wear that would make his wife jealous, but I suppose you’re right. I should go in looking as dowdy as possible.”
“That’s what I’m saying.” Polly nodded. “Because here’s the thing. What if it is an A-list star, but he’s married? The wife is not going to want to hire you. So you got to go looking like you knit on Saturday evenings and have not had a date in years.”
“I haven’t had a date in years.” I glared at her, and she laughed.
“Well, you’re halfway there.”
“Thanks, guys. That’s really, really nice of you.”
“You’re welcome,” Chelsea said. “So, tell me, what are you going to do when…” She paused. “Are you going to answer that?” I blinked at her.
“What?”
“Your phone’s ringing,” she said, nodding toward the phone on the bed.
“Oopsie daisy. I totally spaced out.” I sighed and grabbed the phone. “Hello?” I spoke into the phone, as I didn’t recognize the phone number.
“Hi. It’s me.”
“Hello?” I said, confused.
“It’s me, Delilah.”
“Oh. Hey, Delilah. I didn’t recognize this number. It’s not saved in my phone.”
“Oh, I called you from a different number, just in case.”
“Just in case what?”
“Just in case we were being recorded.”
“What? You’re confusing me.”
“Sorry. I just wanted to say thank you for not ratting me out to Charlotte. I know it was my idea to use the Keurig, and if you hadn’t done that, then you wouldn’t have given it to the obnoxious man. And then the obnoxious man wouldn’t have complained, and then you wouldn’t have gotten fired. And oh, I just feel awful.”
“It’s okay, Delilah,” I said. “It’s not your fault. He was a jerk, and he had it coming to him.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t have this coming to you. How can I help you?”
“It’s okay. I have an interview tomorrow for a housekeeper.”
“A housekeeper?” She sounded shocked. “You?”
“What? I could be a housekeeper.”
“Sure,” she said. “Well, good luck.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Why, you think it’s a bad idea?”
