“You will receive your first assignment tomorrow morning. Enjoy your baby girl tonight,” Nana leaned forward to kiss Pansy on her cheek. “Look, Dear. Finally, someone’s got my red.”

“Pansy tore herself from Gertha and Helen’s grasp, stared Mr. Dingle directly in his eyes and yelled. “I’m thirty-three-years-old, goddamnit! I’m the Front Desk Woman!!!”