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today. 
    Ulyssa walked over and said, “Let’s go home. We’ll figure this out.” 
    I nodded, following her to the car. 
    We both sat silently on the drive home, trying to think of options.
    How are we going to survive? The way this town gossips, nobody will hire us after today.
     
    After four days of job hunting and Ramen noodles, we still didn’t have jobs. I don’t know what’s worse - the constant rejection or the water weight gain from our new diet. By Friday, we were desperate for money and Dairy Queen. 
     
    We planned our paycheck pick-up to start with Wal-Mart while Minnie was on her lunch break, then visit Miller’s at noon while the crew was out for lunch. The plan went smoothly until we ran into Rick at the office.
    He looked at Ulyssa sheepishly, “How’s it going?”
    “What kind of idiotic question is that? I’m broke and unemployed because you’re too chicken-shit to tell your wife who you’re really screwing!” 
    Yay! Ulyssa’s back! And she’s mmaaaddd!  
    “I know,” he said, “and I feel real bad about that . . . I even gave you an extra week’s pay. Kind’a like a severance package.”
    “Well, I don’t know how to thank you! I’m glad my reputation is worth $300 to you. I mean that really speaks volumes for your character.” 
    She seemed seconds away from punching him in the face, so I intervened. “Just give her the check, so we can get back to job hunting.” 
    He fumbled around in the desk, extracting an envelope. “I really am sorry about this Ulyssa. You are a great girl and I know that you’ll bounce back from this.” 
    She leaned forward snatching the envelope from him. 
    “A lot of folks have been apologizing to us lately, haven’t they Shasta? Everybody’s got a case of the ‘sorries’, maybe it’s a pandemic or something.” 
    I nodded in agreement as she continued.
    “Does it feel good to apologize after destroying someone’s life? Maybe everyone does it because it makes them feel better for their shitty situation . . . hhhmmm.” 
    She took a step back and turned to face me. 
    Rick breathed a sigh of relief. 
    “You tired of folks telling us ‘they’re sorry’? Cause I am!” 
    Damn. She’s got that crazy, redneck look she gets when she’s been shooting whiskey.  
    Quick as a flash, she spun back around and dropped a huge right fist into Rick’s nose. She must have channelled all of her rage into that single motion because his nose crumbled under her fist like play-doh. Bluish circles immediately appeared under his eyes and blood stained his shirt. 
    He flinched as she leaned closer and whispered. “I am really sorry but . . . I’m sure you’ll bounce back.”
    He sat stuttering, blood gushing from his nose. 
    “One more thing, you try to press charges and I’ll tell Salvo you’re screwing Emma. Let’s just call it even.” 
     
    Twenty minutes later, we sat nestled in the Pinto’s fuzzy, pink seat covers contemplating our predicament over Dairy Queen blizzards. 
    “Well, we could try to find a job in Charleston. Nobody knows us there and it wouldn’t cost too much in gas if we carpooled,” Ulyssa said, in between bites of Cheesequake. “Charleston is a big city though and I have no idea where to start looking for jobs.” 
    “Mitchell’s cousin got a real good job in Charleston as an image consultant using the Internet. I think he used Craigslist or something like that . . . what do you think?” 
    “Couldn’t hurt. Any ideas where we could get a computer?”
    “The only one I’ve ever used is at work and I don’t think Minnie would let me back in the office to use it to job hunt.”
    “Ha. Same here. I won’t be welcomed back after blooding Rick’s nose.”
    “Maybe an Internet cafe?” I asked.
    “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
    “We could ask Mitchell?” I was running out of ideas.
    “Hmmm. Maybe.”
    We sat for a few minutes lost in thought, scraping the last of the ice cream from the