Today is the day Fio's been dreading: RWA Golden Heart finalists will be notified. Her odds last year, she figured, were about one in a hundred, and she didn't make it. This year, she thinks they're even-steven.
She's not gonna make it this year either, but her heart will beat faster every time the phone rings. And at the end of the day, she'll console herself with a ginger cow--a pint of vanilla ice cream stffed into a big glass and drenched in ginger ale.