<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Petricia on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/petricia/</link><description>Recent content in Petricia on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 15 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/petricia/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Summer Job</title><link>/stories/2013/07/15/the-summer-job/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/07/15/the-summer-job/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Patricia read the advertisement again, as she had a dozen times before that. She was certain there had to be a catch. It just seemed too good to be true. It was a personal ad for a companion/aide for a &amp;ldquo;distinguished, elderly gentleman&amp;rdquo; as the ad read. Better still, the job was only for the duration of the summer and paid a sum she was sure must be a misprint. Perfect, since she was a teacher and only looking for work while classes were out. Sipping her morning coffee, she pulled up her resume on her laptop, checked that it didn&amp;rsquo;t need updating, and sent it off to the email listed in the ad. She crossed her fingers for good luck.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>