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“Thanks, Mom.”
After exchanging I-love-yous, they ended the call. Rhomi pulled into the parking spot in front of her unit and sighed. The apartment had felt empty since Bootsy, who’d always met her at the door with an I’m hungry meowed demand, was gone.
As she got out of the car she called her bestie.
“Darcy,” Rhomi said, her phone on her shoulder as she unlocked her front door. “I’m in need of some girl time. Want to grab a drink or a movie or something?”
“You bet! Lemme call Reagan. Come on over and we’ll make plans.”
“I’ll be there in a jiff.”
Rhomi changed from her comfy lounge pants and light sweater to jeans and a long-sleeved tee, grabbing her jean jacket and purse before heading out to meet up with her besties.
She didn’t really care what she did tonight, she just wanted to do something besides wonder if and when she’d ever find a job. She’d been so sure something would come up quickly after she’d been let go, but the last two weeks of no job offers had made that hope start to dissipate.
She locked her front door and pushed thoughts of her lack of a job to the back of her mind. Hanging out with her friends was just what she needed.
ChapterThree
That evening, while Rhomi was sitting on an Adirondack chair on the lawn of a restaurant with her two friends, a firepit in front of them, she stared up at the darkening sky and sighed.
“You’re a million miles away, babe, what’s up?” Darcy asked.
“Thinking about a job.” She dropped her head and looked at the flames licking the logs in the firepit.
“I thought you weren’t going to focus on that?” Reagan asked.
“Well, I didn’t think much about it when we went shoe shopping and then for dinner, but we’ve been sitting here watching the stars for an hour and you know how my brain is.”
“Ridiculous?” Darcy offered.
“Over-thinking?” Reagan suggested.
“Yes and yes.”
Darcy snort-laughed. “I wish my job was hiring.”
“Me too,” Reagan said.
“I just don’t like that my folks want me to move with them. But if I don’t have a job and a place of my own when their house sells, I’m screwed.”
“How long do you have in your place?” Reagan asked.
“About a month.”
“You’ll find something by then, I’m sure. Then you’ll just have to live at your parents’ house until you can get a new place,” Reagan said.
“You know what? If you don’t have a job or a place by the time your parents’ house sells, you can move in with me,” Darcy said.
“I can’t—your brother is already camping on your couch and you have a one-bedroom.”
“I’ll kick him out.”
“No way, he’s family,” Rhomi protested.
“You’re family,” Darcy said emphatically. “And he’s driving me up the wall.”
“You’re sweet, but I’ll find something. I have a month.” Which seemed like an impossibly long time but also a very short time.
