A journalist (and I’m using that word loosely here) gets a call while she’s on an assignment that her newspaper has filed for bankruptcy and is closing. (Her prize story is about a dog rescue … with a photo of her hugging a dog. Ugh.) But the bankruptcy, at least, sounds about right.
Her mom’s a bitch. The Jewish boyfriend knows a lot of Christmas songs — the religious ones. Not just the words, but how to play them on the piano. The story lacks heart and depth.