“I’ve sent out multiple resumes,” she said, barely keeping the sigh from her lips. “I’ve been on three interviews. Things take time.”
“I blame your mother for allowing you to get a degree in marketing.”
There was noallowing. “Communications,” she corrected. “Marketing was my minor.”
It didn’t matter how many times she explained, he didn’t listen. It wasn’t whathewanted or approved of, so he didn’t absorb it. All it told her was that she still wasn’t important enough in his life.
Just like she’d felt to most people. Not good enough.
No more. She wanted to shake her hands and body to ward off those negative thoughts that years of hard work had tried to vanquish.
Still a work in progress obviously.
He waved his hand. “It doesn’t matter. You should have a job by now.”
“I’ve got money in the bank,” she said. “Enough for rent for a year easily.”
“That’s wasteful and you know it,” her father said, shaking his head. “It better not take you a year to get a job. Don’t be so selective. You can do that after you get a job.”
She frowned. “What?”
“If you had a job and you wanted to leave, you could be selective with the next one, but you don’t. You just quit the one you had to move here.”
Shesowanted to argue with him.
To remind him thathecalled her.Heasked her to move closer to him so that they could try to build their relationship.
Thatheworried she’d be all by herself in Vermont since her mother moved to Canada with her new husband.
Her mother had encouraged it as she worried also.
Surprising, considering her mother and father could barely be in the same room without yelling at each other and, as far as she knew, hadn’t spoken since her college graduation seven years ago.
Lynda Jones got sick of a marriage to a man who she’d never be able to do anything right and packed up their only child and returned to her hometown.
Her mother had dated Felix for the past five years. They had separate homes and Nora always wondered if it was because she lived with her mother.
Once they married, Felix wanted to return to Montreal.
Her mother offered for her to stay in the house she’d lived in for the past seventeen years and pay the mortgage. It was an option.
The other option was her father who’d reached out three months ago.
He seemed to forget that though. That he took that first step. The only time in his life that he had.
Could be why she agreed to this.
“What was I supposed to do?” she asked. “I’ve been sending out resumes since before I moved, but few were taking a chance on someone who isn’t here yet.”
“You explain your circumstances in the cover letter.”
She held the roll from her eyes. Barely. “You think I haven’t done that? I’m not stressing too much.” Not yet, at least. “I’m sure I’ll find a job. If I have to just take something part time, I will.”
“Hold out for something with benefits. Are you covered there too? I hope you budgeted for it all.”
“Dad,” she said, clutching as much frustration in as she could. “I did. I’ve got a lot of money in the bank.”
“Because your mother allowed you to live home this whole time and never explore the world and be independent. That’s on her. The same reason you’ve changed jobs so often.”
