Meddling with God’s Plans?

Sandra From Sandra's Desk 0 Comments

Jen went to the landscape calendar hanging on the wall next to the fridge. Her index finger counted the days since the interview. Only three? Feels more like ten. The slap of her flip-flops followed her back to her task, sorting the clothes spread across the blue leather couch. I expected to hear by now. I wonder what’s wrong. Her …