If you tune into WIDK morning news at 6 am each morning in Sunnyville, Nebraska you'll see Rose. Stumbling through a report about a local wiener dog race, her blond bob and splotchy, earnest eye makeup a fixture on the local news scene. When Rose was studing journalism in college, she quietly assumed she'd rise in the ranks until she would eventually be anchoring the Today Show, quipping adorably back and forth with Al Roker. But here she sits, six years after her appointment witih WIDK reporting on the milk prices, beauty pageants, the occasional car theft, Alderman election scandals and downtown green space cleanup efforts. This stupid little town doesn't deserve her. She's meant for greatness and she despises their perky greetings on the streets. The handshakes in the three restaurants downtown. She doubts any of them even know where Wall Street is, those hicks. What Rose really wants is a story she can sink her teeth into. Bribery! Murder! Insider trading! These are subjects worthy of the talent that Rose knows lies deep, deep, deep, deep within her. And she is willing the universe to send them her way because that's her only ticket out of this hellhole. But while she waits, she will inform her viewership about Barney, the 4 year old Dachsund who runs at the speed of a child's kickball pitch, and wears a tiny cowboy hat for public appearances. All with a strange, half-smile on her face and hatred in her heart.
Kate runs a thriving charity benefiting the homeless and somehow has time to be a doting mother to four children. And has her yoga certification. And no chin hairs....
This is the new Amy. This Amy would never have a gross refrigerator. She's not that kind of person. She's clean, organized and fresh. She feels sorry for the people with dirty fridge shelves and expired chicken stock boxes. She can't imagine having a 2 year old jar of pepperoncini peppers with mold on the inside of the lid. That's no way to live and Amy is glad she's the right kind of person. Yesterday Amy had two bags of clothes designated for Goodwill in her dining room corner. They'd been there for 2.5 months, eventually becoming invisible.
She slithers her way in and out of friend groups, wreaking havoc anywhere she can. She told you last week how much she admires you for not caring what you look like – she “just doesn’t feel right about leaving the house“ if she’s not completely put together.