When at work Vanessa only thought about Crash and whether or not he missed her, if he was crying for her. She would feel like the most horrible mother.
She would take too long at dinner break because she had to run home just to hold and feed her son. Or she spent all of her breaks on the phone cooing to him and being assured that he was pooping and sleeping and eating well by the baby-sitter. Once she had been so distracted that Miss Lydia had called her into the office to tell her to get her shit together.
"How can I help you Vanessa?" The woman asked stiffly. Her pinched nose was in the air and although she was sitting, Miss Lydia still managed to look down her nose at Vanessa who stood in front of the woman's modern chrome and glass desk.
"I'm sorry ma'am … I'll get right to the point. I have to leave the show."