The Interview

Kari

"Hello? Anyone here?" Kari took a few tentative steps into the hall and lifted her voice a little more. The sound of a door opening far down the hall caused her to pause. Taking a few steps back, she pulled her purse in front of her, almost hugging it absently.

"I'm here, I'm here... keep your panties on," a female voice rushed up to greet Kari, the large, red-headed woman it belonged to quickly following. She looked up and smiled, waving at Kari.

Kari walked toward her, her hand extended. "Sorry. I didn't know if I should come back or not."

"No worries, child. I'm Martha Wittington. You must be Kari?"

Kari nodded, finally making it to the woman and shaking her thick hand. "Yes, ma'am. I appreciate you seeing me on such short notice."

The woman turned and motioned for Kari to follow her. "Oh, nonsense. I've been looking for someone with your skills for almost two years now. You'd think being up here in the most beautiful part of the country would afford you a good photographer, b