Please God

My lips turned white. My lungs were frozen. I hit “send.”

Today I sent off my novel to an acquisition editor at one of the Big Six. She liked the first fifty pages. Let’s see if she’ll like the book. Please, god, let her like the book.

When my husband came home, I told him. He nodded, smiled, said, “That’s great. I love you, Honey.” One minute later, he said, “Oh, did you hear that the neighbor is looking to hire someone to clean her house once a week?”

Stab. Stab.

Please, god, let her like the book.