"Miss Hiesse?" The voice on the phone was small and cheery. Desma cringed at her peppiness answered her quickly.

"This is, may I ask who's calling?"

"This is Mrs. Anderson from the Broadway Grille, we'd like to set up an interview if at all possible."

Desma about fell off of the over stuffed chair in the living room. This was it! An interview after putting in around one hundred and fifty resumes, this was definitely it!

"Absolutely, I would love to set one up with you." She answered and started to take down the information from the front of the house manager.
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Spider threads caught at her face, a sign that no-one had been in the basement in a long time. Desma was so excited and nervous that she had a job interview in the coming week, Christmas Eve to be exact. It was a little weird but the restaurant had lost two of their front of the house staff suddenly and they needed it filled by New Year's Eve. Desma didn't know if it was a good sign or a bad one that they had lost people suddenly, but it couldn't hurt to work in the place for a while and start looking if things didn't turn out. The senshi completely normal twenty something had no way of knowing that the two waitresses who quit were falling asleep at odd times and had been spending a lot of time at doctor's offices trying to get answers.

Desma was a shoe in, she felt it - she had waitressed all through high school and she'd sat as a child on counter stools watching her mother serve others while she put herself through school.

The basement was where Desma and Aunt Faye had put all of her mother's things. Desma didn't have the heart to go through them, Auntie put everything in boxes and Des lugged it all to the basement with tears in her eyes. She just wasn't ready yet for all the heart ache associated with looking through her things. Auntie had labeled everything for when the time was right.

Well...the time wasn't exactly right, but Des needed a nice pair of pants for a job interview and she felt too awkward to go shopping for clothing all by herself. She might even be able to find mom's blue blouse that fit nicely.

She moved stacked boxes brushing away the cob and spider webs and she moved.

"Photo albums, nope." she talked aloud as she went reading Aunt Faye's neat script on the boxes. "Jewelry..." Desma contemplated looking inside of the box but couldn't bring herself to do it. A nice necklace or bracelet might look good at an interview. But she knew she'd see mom's favorite butterfly necklace and that would bring back painful memories.

The brunette was boxing herself in without realizing it, placing boxes close to the basement stairs as she moved her way to the back corner of the basement. As she shifted boxes she could almost smell her mother's perfume. The moment she thought that she found a box marked "perfumes and lotions." Auntie was nothing if not efficient at what she did.

She breathed deeply opening the box, it smelled like mom, like home, like stern talking toos and lots of hugs. It smelled like Mom's pep talks too. A twinge of pain in her chest made her long for a mom pep talk and she set the box down quickly.

"Alright, the blouse and pants have to be here." she said as she placed the box aside. Against the far wall a box was labeled dress clothes and listed sizes. She'd found it! She was going to be ready for this interview and she knew she would nail it.

She still wished mom was there to give her the pep talk, be a little stern, and show a lot of love. Desma knew that she was going to make it.