NANNY FOR MENDES.

Three.

It's been two days since that damn interview. I'm not expecting a phone call telling me that I got the job. Not after what I did. But he deserved it. And Mom of course made me feel guilty. We needed a job. I know that. But I have a dignity.

My phone is ringing. An unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Is this Sophia Johnson."

"Yes. That's me. Who's that?"

"It's Dana from Mr.Mendes' office."

Oh my God!

"Ms. Johnson?"

"I'm here."

"Congratulations. You got the job."

"What? I got the job?"

"Yes. Mr. Mendes expects you tomorrow. I'll send you an adresse. You should start tomorrow."

"You must've mistaken me with someone else."

"Aren't you Ms. Sophia Johnson?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm right."

"But... how?"

"I don't know Ms. Johnson. He just told me to call you. I'm just doing what I'm told."

"Okay. I'll be there tomorrow. Send me the adresse."

"Thank you."

"No. Thank you, Dana."

Oh my. I actually got the job. That's so weird.

Mom.

Ugh! She's not even here. I'll call her.

"Soph?"

"Mom. I got the job!"

"What? But how? You told me you stormed out at them."

"I don't know Mom. I really don't."

"Oh my God. We will celebrate tonight! I'm bringing pizza and cinnamon rolls on my way back!"

At 7 PM, Mom got home. As she said, she brought pizza and cinnamon rolls. We ate and had a fun mother-daughter quality time. That didn't happen is so long.

"I'm proud of you, Soph. I really am."

"Thanks, Mom. Now would be the time I go to sleep. I'm starting tomorrow."

"I won't tease you then. Goodnight."