Chapter 389

• Wilma’s arm is around my shoulder as she rubs my back in her office. I had a full-blown emotional breakdown and did something I never imagined PA Emma would ever do. In a fit of blubbering sobs, I told her everything about Jake and how I feel about him, things I haven’t even told Sarah. I blame Wilma's maternal pull over me and the darn gentle look she manages to throw my way at every opportunity. I’m using a scrunched-up Kleenex from an almost empty box to mop up my mess of a face, sniffling down the last dregs of my self-esteem.
• She sat and listened and nodded, and sometimes I saw a knowing look in her eye and assumed Margo had told her the odd tidbit of my sorrowful tale. She listened quietly, her gentle touch on me the whole time, letting me get it all out. She seemed unsurprised to know I had sex with Jake. But then, I guess most of New York’s single women have. His headboard probably ran out of space to keep tally years ago. It’s not exactly a small or hard list to get on.
• “Feeling any better?” she says gently, her soft voice in my ear as she squeezes my shoulder.