Maybe a “filler” job is selling myself short, but if I can’t get one of those, then how am I ever going to find one that makes me want to get out of bed in the morning?
Three coffee shops, a clothing boutique, two museums, and an art gallery.
Nothing.
On the other hand, there are other “interviews” I’m getting.
The dating app. Ugh.
Why did I give Miles access to the dating profile Minnie set up for me?
I regret that decision.
Somehow, he and Minnie connected through that app and have been discussing me and my profile.
Every time I get a new message or someone “likes” my profile, my phone dings. I’m guessing there’s a setting in the app to turn off notifications, but I haven’t figured that out yet. In my defense, I also haven’t opened it.
Like, if I pretend it’s not there, it will just go away. Like not wanting to hear the dinging can make it magically disappear.
Three guys. They picked out three guys. Together.
How is this my life?
Chapter 8
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I have no idea what to expect from a Miles-Minnie collaboration.
I’m cautious, because if he is as... prolific at dating as I think he is, he’ll weed out the players. Plus, Minnie will be there to keep him in line. Of that I’m sure.
Yesterday, after another unsuccessful round of dropping off my résumé at area businesses, Miles showed up to tell me he and Amelia had some good options and that he wanted to discuss them with me.
“We did a lot of vetting, and I think we cleaned out most of the messy ones,” he’d said, like I was supposed to be grateful and not what I really was.
Terrified.
But then he said, “Your kid seems great.”
And I had to smile because, “She is great.”
“You call her Minnie,” he said—a statement, not a question.
“Yes. That’s her nickname. It’s short for Amelia.”
“How is that—”
“It just is.” I cut him off because I know it’s not the first nickname people think of when they hear her given name. The truth is, I wanted Minnie to be her given name, but John said no one would ever take her seriously. I suppose calling her that all these years was my tiny attempt at having some control.
“Right.” He looked confused. “So what do I call her?”
I smiled. I found his uncertainty amusing. “She’ll answer to either.”
“But we’re still strangers, so I should probably stick to Amelia.” There was a hint of a question in the statement.
“Co-conspirators, more like,” I said. “So Minnie would be appropriate too.”
“Right.” He started to walk away.
