"It's Anna," he says.
"Anna..."
"From America"
And then I faintly hear my boss sort of flutter around to his desk, looking for his headset. The guy who answered the phone at my London job is smiling into the receiver. I can hear the smile, which makes me smile, too. He tells me I'll be transferred to my boss and I wait impatiently, excited and happy.
"Anna! Are you well? So nice to hear from you, darling!"
I melt. He's super nice and gracious and I relate my information. He tells me to call back about a job when I graduate. I won't hold him to that, necessarily, but I will call. And then I ring off and have to go back to what I was doing here before.
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