easy. I had already slept with him. There was no reason for him to think I wouldn’t do it again.
Winter pushed on. “How’d you meet him?”
“The wedding. We went to college together.”
She nodded as if that explained it all when it really didn’t e xplain anything.
***
It was another ho-hum week at my brother’s boring law firm. He did contract law, which may be one of the least interesting things in the entire world. Even though most of the time I felt like beating my head against the desk (it would be less painful than the work I had to do), at least I had a job. And it wasn’t waiting tables. Or scrubbing toilets.
Friday morning, I knew I had to ask my brother if I could leave early to get to the airport. I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to reveal about what I was doing. My brother, Jake, had a tende ncy to judge everything I did, which is kind of funny considering he always wanted to be a judge and that was the main reason he went to law school. He ended up in contract law because he realized he loved making money more. Contract lawyers apparently made a lot of money because my brother loved what he did.
I poked my head into Jake’s office. “Hey, Bro,” I said. He hated when I called him that, especially in the office. I had a tendency to intentionally do things like that to annoy people and try to get a rise out of them ( Flaw 7 : Instigator).
Jake looked up from the mass of paperwork on his desk. I guess the technology age hadn’t quite made its way completely to the Law Offices of Miller and Hart.
“What do you want, Anna,” Jake uttered in his typical clipped tone. Jake was perfect in every way. He was his high school Valedictorian. He got a scholarship to Yale and then went to Yale law school. When he came back to Arizona, he married his high school sweetheart, a Prom Queen, who is now the perfect housewife and mother to their two perfect children. They made me want to barf.
“I need to leave early today,” I stated.
That made him look up from paperwork. I never asked to leave early. I never asked for time off. I had a pile of sick and vacation days I never used. As much as I hated my job, I needed the money and it was a last-chance kind of a thing. I had gotten fired from several jobs since I graduated college (I extended the college party mentality a little too long, which didn’t make me a very good employee). To say my resume was bleak would have been a compliment and I had no references. Working for my brother was really my only option and not one I wanted to lose.
“Okay,” Jake agreed. I could tell he wanted to ask me why but we really didn’t have a close relationship.
“Thanks,” I said and turned to leave.
It surprised me when I heard Jake say, “Is everything okay?”
I didn’t want to laugh in his face but that was such a stupid question to ask his completely fucked-up little sister. Okay was not a word I would use to describe anything about my life. “Sure,” I lied. “Everything is fine.”
Three
On the plane, I was seated next to a huge man, who had purchased two seats to accommodate his wide girth. He was sweating profusely and I hoped he didn’t have a heart attack before we landed.
I was seriously doubting my wardrobe choices but I had no idea what to pack. First, I had never been to Palo Alto, so I had no idea what people there wore or what the weather was like. The internet said it was going to be 65 degrees all weekend and overcast. I lived in Phoenix my entire life and was used to seasons of hot and very hot. Phoenix was almost always sunny. My wardrobe wasn’t exactly conducive to overcast skies and 65 degrees. Second, I had no idea what the agenda for the weekend was except probably sex. I emailed my flight itinerary to Brett but he only emailed a short note back confirming that he’d be there to pick me up and apologizing that he couldn’t talk much because he had a lot of work to do. He said he wanted to make sure he had no
Winter pushed on. “How’d you meet him?”
“The wedding. We went to college together.”
She nodded as if that explained it all when it really didn’t e xplain anything.
***
It was another ho-hum week at my brother’s boring law firm. He did contract law, which may be one of the least interesting things in the entire world. Even though most of the time I felt like beating my head against the desk (it would be less painful than the work I had to do), at least I had a job. And it wasn’t waiting tables. Or scrubbing toilets.
Friday morning, I knew I had to ask my brother if I could leave early to get to the airport. I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to reveal about what I was doing. My brother, Jake, had a tende ncy to judge everything I did, which is kind of funny considering he always wanted to be a judge and that was the main reason he went to law school. He ended up in contract law because he realized he loved making money more. Contract lawyers apparently made a lot of money because my brother loved what he did.
I poked my head into Jake’s office. “Hey, Bro,” I said. He hated when I called him that, especially in the office. I had a tendency to intentionally do things like that to annoy people and try to get a rise out of them ( Flaw 7 : Instigator).
Jake looked up from the mass of paperwork on his desk. I guess the technology age hadn’t quite made its way completely to the Law Offices of Miller and Hart.
“What do you want, Anna,” Jake uttered in his typical clipped tone. Jake was perfect in every way. He was his high school Valedictorian. He got a scholarship to Yale and then went to Yale law school. When he came back to Arizona, he married his high school sweetheart, a Prom Queen, who is now the perfect housewife and mother to their two perfect children. They made me want to barf.
“I need to leave early today,” I stated.
That made him look up from paperwork. I never asked to leave early. I never asked for time off. I had a pile of sick and vacation days I never used. As much as I hated my job, I needed the money and it was a last-chance kind of a thing. I had gotten fired from several jobs since I graduated college (I extended the college party mentality a little too long, which didn’t make me a very good employee). To say my resume was bleak would have been a compliment and I had no references. Working for my brother was really my only option and not one I wanted to lose.
“Okay,” Jake agreed. I could tell he wanted to ask me why but we really didn’t have a close relationship.
“Thanks,” I said and turned to leave.
It surprised me when I heard Jake say, “Is everything okay?”
I didn’t want to laugh in his face but that was such a stupid question to ask his completely fucked-up little sister. Okay was not a word I would use to describe anything about my life. “Sure,” I lied. “Everything is fine.”
Three
On the plane, I was seated next to a huge man, who had purchased two seats to accommodate his wide girth. He was sweating profusely and I hoped he didn’t have a heart attack before we landed.
I was seriously doubting my wardrobe choices but I had no idea what to pack. First, I had never been to Palo Alto, so I had no idea what people there wore or what the weather was like. The internet said it was going to be 65 degrees all weekend and overcast. I lived in Phoenix my entire life and was used to seasons of hot and very hot. Phoenix was almost always sunny. My wardrobe wasn’t exactly conducive to overcast skies and 65 degrees. Second, I had no idea what the agenda for the weekend was except probably sex. I emailed my flight itinerary to Brett but he only emailed a short note back confirming that he’d be there to pick me up and apologizing that he couldn’t talk much because he had a lot of work to do. He said he wanted to make sure he had no
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