Page 10 of His Secret Virgin
“Yes, we would move to Manchester, Emma. I think a change of scenery would be nice. Don’t you?” Mom smiled really big to entice me to join her in the spirit of change.
It didn’t work. “No. Mom, I don’t want to move. I’ve got Valerie here. She’s like my only real friend. And my job. I love my job.”
“Valerie goes to Columbia in New York,” Mom reminded me. “She can drive to Manchester to see you. And there are jobs there too. This would be a great opportunity for your father if it all works out. Global Distributing is one of the largest food distribution companies in the world.”
Dad nodded. “So, go on and change out of those clothes. And hopefully, I’ll know if I’ve got a job or not by tomorrow. If I do, you can quit that job, and then you won’t have to wear makeup or inappropriate clothing.”
“But you should still do your hair like that, Emma,” Mom said. “It looks nice that way.”
“I just took it out of the ponytail and Laney ran over it with a hair straightener.” I walked away with my shoulders slumped. “I suppose I can learn to do it myself. But I was hoping she could teach me how to do my makeup.”
“You don’t need to know how to do that,” Dad called out after me. “You’re just fine without it, honey.”
“But I’m better with it,” I mumbled underneath my breath.
Crossing my fingers, I silently hoped Dad’s friend wouldn’t have a job for him.
Soon after, I uncrossed them and changed my negative thought to a positive one, hoping for the very best for all of us. And hoping that the very best thing would be what I wanted, which was to stay right where we were.
