Page 13 of Breaking Point
MOM
remember when I told you we couldn’t get a bunny because I was allergic?
BELLA
is this another confession?
MOM
possibly…
do you remember?
BELLA
Do I remember crying for months over it? Yes
MOM
I lied
but not for the reasons you think
I genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, am afraid of them
BELLA
of…bunnies? the cute fluffy animal?
MOM
they’re not cute when they bite your face
BELLA
I don’t think they bite people’s faces mom
MOM
4 year old me was in fact attacked by not one but 2 bunnies
BELLA
did you steal their carrots?
Mom?
hello????
did you get distracted by carrots?
It’s a week later and I still want to bang my head against a wall.
Or scream at whoever was responsible for such a horrible job market.
But then the barista places down my refill of my cinnamon vanilla latte, and after a sip, I may be pissed off at the world and my lack of job prospects but at least there is still cinnamon and great baristas.
But the feeling is short-lived. The second I finish my latte, I instantly want to pummel my computer screen, though that is the reason I’ve been coming to this café every day.
