She entered the flower shop, uneasy. In all of Malia's twenty-nine years, she had never attempted something so daring or stupid. Secure and confident at her position in the office of Dr. Bernard E. Hayes, psychotherapist, where she coordinated, kept records for, and assisted in psychoanalyzing the patients from the mental hospital, Malia needed a change of pace. She passed by the flower shop daily on her way to work, and the bright colors and peaceful atmosphere teased her and made her fantasize about a bright future, away from the gray carpeting and mustard- yellow walls of her dimly- lit office. Finally, and opportunity arose: a sign posted in the window sparked her curiosity and made her think twice before trudging on to work: Help wanted. Full- time position available. And so, the process began- analyzation, yeses, nos, are-you-crazys, and then the realization that what she had just wasn't making it. It was time to actualize her childhood dreams and open the door to a new future. "I'm here to apply for the job," she told the woman behind the counter.
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