Prologue
I thought I was being nice, “do a neighbor a favor” I had thought. Now I’m nervous beyond nervous clutching the steering wheel like it could save my life. Now I know your thinking ‘her nervous how can that be?’ Well it can. I never wanted to go, I wanted to write. I’m a writer. Well writer in progress I never did finish a book. Do when I heard those high-pitched squeals over the phone I thought “what the heck.” Good idea Kat, now you’re sitting here in the parking lot with a great opportunity for your future and a furious neighbor at home. How did I get here you ask? Well let me start from the beginning…