“Why not?” Zoey asked rhetorically. “You could start over here, and when you make enough, you can go back to New York. It's easier out here. Well, things are getting awfully expensive now, but I know it's not as bad as a city like Manhattan."
"You know there's nothing in Rhode Island for me. I'm still going to be homeless over there, and you know that. You know our house was foreclosed after Mom died and I couldn't pay the mortgage."
"I am highly offended, Giana," Zoey said.
I sat up. "What? What did I do?"
"How could you say such a thing when I have a house here that you can stay at?"
"I'm so sorry. You know I don't like to impose."
"I know, but you also know I'd never watch you go without. Why are you so stubborn about doing everything on your own? I'm your friend. What are friends for if we can't help each other?"
I swallowed and bent to pick up the blanket from the floor. "But you never need help from me. I'm always the one needing help."
"Well, I’m not complaining, am I? My door is always open to you. Providence is a good place to stay until things go back to normal. You could get a job here and save some money."
"I'm not so sure, Zoey. There's nothing waiting for me there. I grew up there just aching to get out. I can't go back."
"Just give it a thought, and I pray you find a job soon. If you don't, then you're welcome here. I have to pack up now. My assistants left an hour ago, so I have to pack up alone. I’ll call you before going to bed, okay?”
I nodded my head as if she could see me. “Okay.”
She blew me a kiss into the phone and hung up.
I stared down at the screen light until it went dark and then stood up and made for the window. I was drawn by the light filtering into my apartment through the half-open curtains. If I’d been told that I’d be considering the prospects of moving back home, I would have laughed. When my mom died, it was like the
only thing pulling me back had snapped in two, severing all ties. Zoey was there, but I just never had the urge to go back; Zoey and I talked regularly on the phone, which was enough. It'd been years since I went back, and going back under these circumstances would be humiliating.
I sat on the windowsill and stared down at the flashes of light from the cabs and shops that were teeming with people. If you wanted to achieve anything, and I mean anything at all, New York was the place. People came from far and wide to achieve their dreams here. I had failed woefully. If I couldn't make it in New York, a place where I was supposed to be spoiled with choices and opportunities, how was I going to achieve anything in Providence? It was hilarious that Zoey had even suggested it. What was I going to do there?
But the more I thought about it, the more I accepted that it might end up being my only option. If I couldn't find a job in the next three weeks, I was toast, and Providence, Rhode Island would be my next destination.
I shook my head. No, I had to find a well-paying job here. Providence was nothing but a dead end. There was nothing there for me.
Absolutely nothing.
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Document Outline
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
14. Chapter 14
15. Chapter 15
16. Chapter 16
17. Chapter 17
18. Chapter 18
19. Chapter 19
