Much to T--’s dismay, I did not walk away from the flea market with a new belt. I did, however, find myself a nice brass belt buckle. Nice in a mantique sort of way. It’s about the size of my hand and has an eagle on it. I’ll keep it on my bedside table next to my World’s Greatest Uncle mug.

     As fun as mantique shopping was, it failed to bring back my appetite. I went to Poppy’s for a pizza, and only managed to eat a slice. Loretta asked me if I was working on my beach body, which isn’t something she’d ask me if she really knew me.

     The next night, however, I was able to put down the leftovers after learning I’d be interviewing again for the Director of Finance position.

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