Cranberry Silver was just your normal New Yorker, anxiously watching as her 28th birthday approached and she officially entered the stage of late twenties.
So far her life had been pretty average, with a average apartment and average job. Of cours...
After that night in the bar with Dave, he had pretty much ignored me the next day at work and every day after that. A few weeks later Sally had been transferred to the Chicago office with the company she worked for and Gwen had met some guy out West and moved to LA last week to live with him. So basically, I was left completely alone. It wasn't all bad news though and I had kept my promise to myself. Finally leaving my job as Peter's PA and moving to CNN as a junior researcher.
Of course, none of this had helped remove Sandor from my mind and I still slept with his clock each night. So it was safe to say I was still very much single. No matter how busy I kept myself, I could not stop thinking about him, wondering what he was doing, who he was with and whether he was even alive. Sometimes the whole thing felt like some strange dream that had never actually happened, this would scare me the most. Growing up my mom had vision and struggled with her mental health through most of my childhood. She had been the only family i had though, but when died after running into traffic as she thought the government was after her, a part of me was strangely thankful for at least she had found peace. Through my late teens and college years, the thought of my mind becoming foggy like hers was terrifying, and the events of a few months ago did not help. I had to stay focused though, I had to keep on living in my present.
In an attempt to keep myself grounded, I had finally agreed to met the rest of my colleagues for a drink one night after work. I had declined so many times that they were a bit weirded out when I actually said yes. Still, they let me tag along and we all headed out after work to a nearby bar.
When we first set off I was kind of nervous. I had thought it was just the juniors going out, but several senior managers and head of the research department, Kathy, had also joined along. Kathy was a true living legend and the definition of a fierce woman. Everyone knew the story, how she had taken down 5 of the most powerful men in the news business over at Fox when they had tried to use the fact that she was a lesbian against her. She was certainly a woman to look up to, not that I ever spoke with her as she terrified the living shit out of me.
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Once we were all a few drinks in, I somehow found myself sat alone at the bar with the one and only Kathy.
"So what's your story?" She asked as I suddenly looked over to her with what I imagine was a deer in headlight look.
"Sorry?" I coughed as I tried to remain composed.
"Well let's start with the name. Don't think I've ever met a Cranberry before."
I couldn't tell if she was being friendly or what as her face showed no expression. I had to answer her though and took a deep breath in. "My mom was a little different. She said she didn't want to give me a boring name that the government would approve of. She was a little paranoid."
"Sounds like an interesting woman,"
"Yeah... she was,"
Suddenly, her brow seemed to soften as she called for the bartender to bring us another round of drinks.
