When Stevie got the call from L [actually, it was Emmie on the phone who was in the ER], it hit Stevie that they needed to rethink life in general. Honestly, they didn't know what they were doing. Stevie blinked back to reality, knowing what a fool all this glam and glitter of the parade. It wasn't what everyday life had in store for Stevie's new adventure. Of course, Stevie hailed a cab and hurried back to find L lying in a hospital bed, recharging back to health with a slew of monitors around her and an IV in her arm.
"WE don't know what to do," Stevie confessed to Liddy, who had a cold dinner waiting.
"We?" Liddy crossed her arms. "I know I'm old. But YOU have to choose and make the most of your life. That means you need a job. You need to take care of yourself. Don't stress your family out. Be WE all you want to be, but when it comes down to it, you still have to be You." Liddy pointed her index finger at Stevie and pressed her ruby fingernail right into Stevie's chest.
Stevie pouted back. They despised Liddy, but maybe she was right, too. Stevie hugged herself hard. This was not how it was supposed to be. Of course, the chicken salad sandwich looked amazing, and Stevie hadn't eaten all day. Finally, Stevie gave a nod and sat down to eat.
As luck would have it, Liddy had circled plenty of ads for hiring. It gave Stevie a shiver. Goosebumps popped up along her forearm. A job? Stevie winced.
There was a need for a waitress at a coffee shop that was nearby. Instantly, Stevie hated the thought of serving people. They didn't know how to communicate. But Stevie finished up the sandwich and drank the fresh lemonade, studying the ads carefully.
"Maybe this one will do," Liddy pointed to the one is housekeeping at a hotel that was a few blocks away. Stevie could make close to twenty bucks an hour. Stevie shrugged.
"But what if it's..You know, awful?"
"It's a decent place. It's up to you to give it a chance." Liddy's glare stung Stevie. Could Stevie make it on her own?
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