Joanne Brennan — The Husband Who Thought He Could Come Home
I walked back to the reception desk and looked at the schedule taped beside the phone.
I’d worked there for fourteen years.
It had never occurred to me that I could ask for something beyond the duties assigned to me.
At lunch I called Patty.
“I may be getting more responsibility.”
“Wonderful.
Will they pay you more?”
“I plan to ask.”