Chapter 57: Wishes And Madeline.

This morning, I was prodded by another series of kicks from my baby. Andrew has already left for the day, so I used his computer to type up my résumé and a quick cover letter, which articulately explained that my success in the world of public relations had everything to do with my outgoing personality, and that certainly this quality would skyrocket the success rate of any company I'm employed to.

I spell-checked the letter, opting for the British spelling of the words 'colourful' and 'organised'.

Then, I showered, dressed, and headed out into the London chill to apply for a job at the nursing home Orla and Meg had told me about.

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I arrived at the nursing home and got blasted by the district and depressing odor of old people and institutional food. I immediately felt a wave of morning sickness. I rummaged my purse, found a mint and drew deep breath through my mouth.

I studied two little old ladies in matching floral smocks parked in the lobby. As I watch