TITLE: Every Dog Has His Day
GENRE: Women's Fiction
I’ve always envied the way dogs live in the moment. They don’t dwell on the injustices of the past or the uncertainties of the future. They don’t worry about whether their water bowl is half empty or half full. It’s an attitude worthy of emulation. At least, that’s what I told myself when I got involved with Asher against my better judgment.
The first time I called was only a few days after my downfall, when it was inevitable that my family would soon learn I was Unemployed, but before I had the courage to make the confession. With each digit I dialed, I set aside my still-bleeding ego, the what ifs that couldn’t change history, the self-flagellation of failure. With canine determination, I shed the anxiety over how long my severance package would last, how I’d find another job in this market, how I’d pick up the pieces.
He answered the phone like he’d been expecting me, in a way that made me wonder if I’d always wanted to call him. That was Asher’s charm, or maybe just my insecurity.
“This is Jennifer – Jennifer Weisman - from the Acquisitions Department,” I said. But that wasn’t my identity anymore. Disoriented, I stumbled ahead. “Well, I…I used to be…You might remember me from…”
“I know who you are,” he said, in a voice that a phone sex operator would envy. It melted away my nervousness about calling, my self-consciousness about contacting someone from the office. He brought me into the moment.