Clara's POVCassie called me on a Saturday morning with news."I have a job," she said. There was something in her voice I did not recognize immediately and then I placed it. Pride. Simple, uncomplicated pride without any performance underneath it."Tell me," I said.She had been taking courses for the past year, quietly, without telling anyone until she had something concrete to show for it. Interior design. She had always had an eye for spaces, which was perhaps where all those years of caring about what things looked like had been redirected into something useful. A small firm had taken her on for a probationary period and last week they had made it permanent."The pay is not what I used to spend on one handbag," she said. "But I earned it.""Yes," I said. "You did.""I wanted you to know first," she said. "Before I told anyone else."I thought about standing in a hotel bar across from my sister while she asked me what to do now. About the moment she put down her drink. It had take
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