Having friends was weird . . . but in a good way.
~ Gwenda Bond
I imagined it was far better to be optimistic, to proceed assuming wherever you could that you had cared enough, that you'd made a difference, that you would again. Dwelling on the worst was no way to live.
I didn't mind walking into danger on my own. Not the concept of it, anyway.
Oh no. Maybe I'd gotten too cocky. I was still relatively new to this friend business. Had I screwed up even asking? Should I have waited for her to offer up details?
Please, I'm your friend -- inside that tough-girl shell is a really tough girl. But you're motivated by how much you care. Being part of Team Lois, it's an honor. There's nothing you wouldn't do for any of us.
The man was a bully. A bully who'd elevated himself to a high-level position, but a bully just the same. No amount of flattery would change how I saw him.
He listens when I talk.
This was the first time I had not just rushed in and followed my instincts, and it wasn't working out. I was beginning to actively regret it.
Sometimes, if you have faith in people they'll surprise you. Mom and Dad taught me that. Risk is the price of believing most people want to be good.
For the most part, I did trust my own judgement. But I was more than capable of screwing up. Just, sometimes, I forgot about that in my quest to move forward.
Lesson: Never underestimate a woman. Or a chef.
The thrill of working in this building, with its iconic globe on top, would never fade.
