She replaced the receiver handle back into the awaiting
cradle. The recruiter had called again. She didn’t know what to say. Her
commitments were always fulfilled. She couldn’t tolerate the sick feeling in
the pit of her stomach, knowing she had disappointed him. But what else could
she do? All the excuses she’d given him over the past several weeks didn’t faze
him or weaken his resolve, and the incessant calling had to stop. She’d made up
her mind to go, but then she changed it, and that was it. A woman is still
allowed to change her mind, isn’t she? She tried to reason with herself, the
pangs of guilt still washing over her.
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