By Laura Caldwell
A fresh Slate chronicles the times of Kelly McGraw, a Chicago lady who without notice cannot bear in mind the final 5 months of her lifestyles, a time while she was once dumped by way of her soon-to-be fiance and laid off by way of the corporate she proposal could make her associate. beaten and careworn yet another way feeling awesome, she starts to achieve that she has a fresh slate in lifestyles. she will be able to do something she desires, cross wherever she wishes, be something she wishes. yet what, precisely, does she wish?
Follow Kelly on a trip that comes with her seek to find what triggered her reminiscence loss, an internship with a bad-boy British photographer, a Caribbean photograph shoot, her boyfriend's wish to come crawling again and, ultimately, a brutal discovery that might reason her to reevaluate either her outdated and new lives.
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Laney picked up a stray pen, staring at it as if she was thinking hard. “You were down, don’t get me wrong. You’d taken two big blows in one day, and only five months or so after Dee died. ” She started tapping the pen. “I don’t know. You wouldn’t tell me. ” I jumped down from the counter. ” “Well, that’s his word. I’d just say that you were trying a little too hard to get him back. ” “It was so unlike you. You sold the town house next, which I couldn’t believe, and then you rented this place.
I’d shaved and plucked nearly every stray hair on my body. I’d even bought a new black dress to wear to dinner. But the actual day of my birthday? I couldn’t recall a thing, and I told Laney as much. ” She sighed. “What? ” She gave me a sidelong glance. “Maybe we shouldn’t go there just yet. ” “Other than scared shitless, I feel fine. ” she said. ” I felt my mouth form a tight line. ” “He’s a complete shit. Absolutely no sense of timing. ” Laney stopped at a light and gave me a look. ” My stomach twisted.
Laney put her hand on my arm and steered me to the left. ” she called over her shoulder as we walked. “Fine, Laney. ” I whispered. ” “Because I’m a fabulous friend, and since you won’t go out anymore, I visit you all the time. ” We’d reached the end of the marble hallway. Laney turned me to the right and walked me through double doors into a sitting room. At the end of the room was a set of elevators, where Laney was directing us. ” I said. Laney made that nervous whistle again. ” I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment and tried to conjure an image of an apartment, Laney and I sitting on a couch talking, maybe giggling, but my mind was a blank.