Whispering Hills

I glanced down as my phone buzzed on the countertop. Being somewhat of a recluse, I never really got any phone calls, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise to see that the number was unknown. Tentatively I picked up the phone and cleared my throat. “Hello?”

A cheerful yet cigarette-cracked voice rasped in my ear, startling me. “Hi, I’m looking for Maryann DeLuca.”

“Um, speaking?”

“Miss DeLuca, this is Jeanette from Whispering Hills Assisted Living calling. I looked over your application for the full time night shift PCA position and I think you’d be an excellent candidate. I’d like you to come in for an interview.”