I
cupped my hands around my coffee mug and watched Linda. A mother’s pride must feel something like this.
I hired her just over two weeks ago — four hours a day, two days a week — and it’s been wonderful. She’s just so good and efficient, and she’s taking my baby and making her beautiful. I inhaled, the fresh coffee grounds settling my buzzing brain.
It’s a nice place, this Hess Brooklyn shared space, metal and wood accents, a mix of modern and homey. The complimentary snacks weren’t kosher, but the coffee was fine. I was drinking too much of it.
“You want me to go ahead with the Cr?me pitch to Allure?” Linda looked up from her laptop to consult with me.
