Chapter 17 Style

“Darling, I hope you're resting on the couch.” Jack says to me.

Jack is still at work, and I haven’t told him about the email that I’ve got from Paul’s Enterprise Publishing.

I see Hannah coming back downstairs. She’s been in her room all afternoon sorting out clothes. I have no idea why.

“Hannah. Is everything okay? You have beautiful clothes. Why are you throwing them on the floor that way?” I ask her.

“It’s all wrong Carol. Everything, it just looks old and not me anymore. I mean, have you ever seen a fashion show? Their clothes on the runway are cool.” She says.

“I guess some of them are.” I replied.

“Okay, okay, you got me. I got a call today. Apparently, the manager from Cosmos Magazine is friends with Tiffany. She saw my photos from the salon, and she offered me a job at the company.”

“Oh, my goodness! Hannah, this is so exciting. I’m so happy for you.” I say.

“Well, the building is on Melrose.” She says.

“Melrose. Oh, it’s in California, isn’t it? Well, that’s a major oppo