It’s about a job at a bookstore,” her mother said. Amy’s mother and father were semi-retired and always home, or so it seemed. It made living at home that much more difficult. Amy pulled the backpack off her shoulders and dropped it on the kitchen counter. Could they make college textbooks any heavier? It was like carrying around a cement block. The realization of what her mother said slowly sunk in. “Brad from By the Book?” Her mother sat at the kitchen table reading a magazine. “I think that was it.” A swell of excitement rushed through her. “Right on! I think I have a job!” She hurried to the phone finding the message pad. Without hesitation she picked up the phone and dialed the number. “By the Book, this is Eric, can I help you?” came the voice on the other end of the line. “Hi Eric, this is Amy Myers, umm, Brad called earlier and I’m returning his call?”
