He glances at Grey, who, the spitting image of his father, catches on quickly and shakes his head, too. “I’m done anyway.”
“Brush your teeth and make your bed. I’ll be up in ten minutes to check before we leave for school.”
“Fine,” Grey sighs, heading down the hall to his room.
As soon as we hear his bedroom door shut, Simon leans forward, elbows on the table.
“Think you’ll keep this job longer than a month?” he asks.
“I plan to.”
“Good.”
“And if not, I’ll just find a new one.”
“Calla,” Simons groans. “You’re almost thirty. You should have a career by now.”
“Whoa, no. Stop right there. I already had this lecture from Mom and Dad before I left last week, alright. I don’t need it from you, either.”
“We just—”
“No. Simon, it’s normal for people to be almost thirty and not have things figured out.”
“Yeah, but most people want to have things figured out, and I don’t think you do.”
I shrug. “So what? I don’t like to be tied down to anything. Maybe my life plan is to keep things exciting by changing things up every couple of months.”
Instead of answering, he sighs and grabs his plate and mine, now that it’s empty, too.
“I just worry about you. That’s all.”
“Okay, but don’t. I’m fine.”
He nods. “Good luck today.”
“Thanks.” I head back down the stairs to brush my teeth.
I quickly finish getting ready and drive the short distance to work.
I pull into the parking lot of my new job. Am I thrilled for this job? No. It’s not anything I particularly want to be doing, but my brother was kind enough to offer his basement until I found a place to live. So I sort of just took the first thing offered to me.
I’m a billing clerk.
Whoo, fun. Stuck behind a desk for eight hours a day looking at numbers. Yuck.
But three months ago, I made the choice to move from Melody, Wyoming, my hometown, to Wind Valley, Wyoming. I’m not running from anything, but I just keep thinking something is missing. I don’t know what it is, but I hadn’t found it living in Melody, so I was desperate to leave. To get a fresh start. To start making better choices.
Better choices. Ha.
Well, we all know how great that’s been working for me. I can basically hear my mother now.
Calla, you make too many rash decisions.
Calla, you didn’t think this through, did you?
Calla, what were you thinking?
So, yeah, when I said I was moving, I also lied and said I had a job. Then this came up.
