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It took two weeks for the gallery to get in touch. In that time, more furniture came to the house, stools for the kitchen counter, nightstands, the rocking chair from her childhood bedroom, and it was when the bed frame and mattress arrived that her phone rang with the number she had saved at the interview. Rose took out the cell from her rear pocket and froze, a hand on the wall keeping her steady on the highest step of the ladder.
"Is it another sales company?" She heard Bethany question with a grunt as she picked up one of the boards to make the skeleton of the bed.
"No... no. It is from the gallery. They're calling to tell me if I got the position for the apprenticeship." Her mumbled words barely hit the ears of her friends, each stopping their activity as they realized what she talked about, standing up straight in anticipation.
Two more rings echoed before M cried out, "Answer it!", climbing down from the chair she was on, helping to hang the curtain.
Rose swiped the call button, placing the phone to her ear, face blank. "Hello."
"Rosalie Jones?" A man inquired.
"This is she."
He informed her, she was to work under the care of Meredith Jordan in paper and book restoration. A lab coat would be given to her on Monday at nine o'clock and she needed to bring one appropriate attire and a pair of shoes to leave in the workshop. He talked in an uninterested manner, dismissing her thank you before hanging up.
She gazed down at Melinda, then at Bethany, who nudged Rosalie's foot, hands instinctively squeezing the ladder before stepping down. "I go in first thing, Monday. I got it." Still in shock, she held no excitement in her speech. "I got it." She could not believe they chose her.
"Oh my God!" Exclaimed Beth. She hugged her, a high-pitched scream deflating her lungs right into Rose's ear. "Well done! I told you, you would nail that interview!"
M chuckled and congratulated her with a nod and a soft smile. The dark-skinned woman was the antithesis of Bethany and, most times, she wondered how they had ended up with each other. She was reserved, a poker face concealing her feelings, a seeming bitch to those that barely spoke with her, and preferred as little physical contact as possible.
"I know we love each other, but why are we hugging?" Amanda Jones stood at the door, police uniform still worn, coffees in hand, staring perplexed at her sister getting crushed by her best friend, both in baby pink and baby blue overalls accordingly.
"Rosalie got the job!" screamed the blonde, both Rose and Melinda covering their ears.
"Hun, let's get the volume from twenty to a five. She will be deaf by the time she has to actually work in three days." M expressed and snatched the cardboard base that held the beverages just in time from Amanda, who rushed to join the hug and squish the last bit of air off of Rosalie's lungs.
