This is where, if we worked in the same room, I would turn to Jess and say, “I bet she’d like a mulligan on that one!”
And Jess would laugh politely, and then I would say something apologetic like, “If Carey did my Tarot reading, my card would be The Fool,” and the truth would blanket us like a top made of so many colorful seven-dollar Hanes tees. Of course, the real truth is, Carey would never do my Tarot reading, because she’d probably see the color of my aura and go running in the other direction.
