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The clock beside my bed says it’s five past four I’m already late I pick up the phone and dial My supervisor, Kaht away

"Ka up--"

"Do you have a doctor’s note?" he demands

"No, but--"

"Sorry, Sabrina, you need to come in It’s all hands on deck You asked for these shifts"

"I know, but--"

"No buts Sorry"

"I’ve been puking all--"

"Look, I have to go, but as a favor I’ll go punch your ti late But you need to get in here We’ve got so many frickin’ boxes to sort, I can’t even see the other side of the room Doesn’t anyone shop at the mall anymore?"

It’s a rhetorical question, apparently, because he hangs up immediately after

I stare at uess

"You look terrible," one of the temporary workers comments when I stumble in twenty et sick"

I squint at her through narrowed eyes and am tempted to barf all over her starchy uniform "Me neither," I say shortly

Kam arrives with a frown and his iPad "Get over into bay four and start sorting We’re so freaking behind it’s not even funny"

I resist the urge to salute I agree with hi funny about this situation I feel terrible

The whole s on I feel like I’ soI’m worn down, just like Hope had warned, due to the two jobs, the full load, the worry about Harvard I pushedfor it

When the shift is over, I barely have the energy to pourlot I make it home, but the minute I hit the kitchen, another wave of nausea strikes I slap a hand overwith the two of you?" gru one of his stained white tank tops untucked over a pair of gray sweatpants In one hand is a beer

You You’re what’s wrong with us

Then theof his words sinks in "What do you mean the two of us? Is Nana sick?"

"So she says She didn’t finish o pass out in the bedroom" He jerks his head toward Nana’s room