The rainiest day this month, Jennifer and I sit in her kitchen, chatting about her upcoming Skype interview; the clock reads half past one.
“It’s at four this afternoon,” she says, raising her coffee mug to her lips. “I’ve got time to prepare.”
“Let’s start now,” I say, pushing back my chair.
We sit down at her desk, planning to go over the questions and her responses, and something feels not quite right…