Chapter 62: The Lonely Scintillating One.

I woke up with a fresh panic very early in the morning. I laid in the bed, thinking about my life and how to navigate the shocking news of yesterday from Mr. Gibson.

How in the world am I ever going to manage twins? Would Andrew let us live with him? Will two cribs even fit in my tiny room? What if I couldn't find a job? I have less than two thousand dollars left in my account —barely enough to cover my hospital bills, let alone baby supplies, food, rent.

"Alright Tessy Johnson, you have to remain calm. Stay focused on your list, and take things one day at a time," I said to myself.

I'm going to find a job to raise money for me and my boys . . .

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For almost one full week, I was all about the job hunt. I kept an open mind, diligently seeking any kind of work: high-minded jobs, jobs in PR, even menial jobs. I checked the papers, made phone calls, hit the pavement. Nothing turned up—except some disappointing findings regarding the difficulty of se