Nervous
A Novel
Chapter One
jonquinette
I entered my third floor apartment fighting back tears. It was hot. Extremely
hot. I'd forgotten to turn on the air before I'd left that morning.
I tossed my keys onto the coffee table and kicked off my low-heel black pumps.
"You knew they were calling for a heat wave today," I said aloud, recalling the
morning weather report that I'd neglected. "Why didn't you turn on some air?"
The sole of one of my stockings snagged on a nail in the parquet flooring as I
stumbled into my hallway. I adjusted the thermostat to seventy and sighed,
praying it wouldn't take long to drop down from the current temperature of
eighty-six degrees.
I continued down the hall into my bedroom and collapsed on my king-sized bed.
I'd purchased it despite the fact that one person didn't need such a
monstrosity to sleep alone. And sleep alone I did. Always.
The red light on my answering machine was blinking. Who could possibly have
called? On a Saturday, no less. Normally it would be Momma, but she was out of
the country for two weeks. She'd whisked off to Paris to fulfill a lifelong
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