I was twenty-two and irreverent. I was working as a store manager for a jewelry designer in the West Village. She owned two shops that were across the street from one another on Greenwich Avenue. The designer and I had a close relationship, and after I’d pretended to be earnest and responsible for one year, she hired my best friend to be my right-hand woman. When Samantha was hired, my boss bumped me to the store that sold gold jewelry and diamonds and Samantha took my place at the shop that carried silver jewelry. We were often alone in our respective stores, and since my boss was very cautious, and owned two pit bulls, she left one in each store for protection. Their names were Phoebe and Bruno. We were scared shitless of them.

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