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"Okay. It feels so good having someone who finally understands me and relates to everything I am saying. I don't get that, ever."
I smile at her. "Yeah, me too. Thank you for listening."
"It's the least I can do. So, when are you going to have bulls grazing out here and threatening lives?" she asks with a soft chuckle.
"Hmm, that would certainly be fun to watch. I'll think about it." My mind wandering back to what we should do with it. She’s at least giving me ideas.
"What else would look good in that field?"
"Horses maybe? and sheep? I don’t know."
"Right. Except this is not Old MacDonald's farm."
I laugh at that as we continue talking until nightfall. I talk her into going to a steakhouse down the street to grab a bite to eat. This is shaping up to be a great night.
We make small talk as we order. We’re almost done when a man comes to the table.
“Good evening. I hope you are enjoying your meal,” he greets us.
“Yeah, it’s delicious,” she answers and I nod.
“I am pleased to hear that. One of my staff recognized you. You had come in here in search of a job, is that correct?” he asks, looking at Everleigh.
“Yeah. That is correct.”
“Great. If you are still interested, could you come in tomorrow for an interview? One of our waitresses quit so we’re in urgent need of one.”
“Really? That would be great. Thank you so much.”
“See you tomorrow then. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
Her face brightens as the man walks away. I’m happy for her, but at the same time, I’m sad. I don’t know how to process these feelings. This will mean that she will leave me. The clubhouse will go back to being boring again without her there.
“What just happened?” she asks, letting out a sharp breath.
“Congratulations. A job found you,” I respond with a smile.
She takes a deep breath. “What just happened? I am not dreaming, right?”
“No, you are not.”
“This means I could finally save up and move out of the clubhouse. I know I have not been easy to deal with and I have bothered you for a long time but that is all about to end.”
“If you say you are a bother to me, I promise to stuff all that food inside your mouth all at once.”
You are one of the few best things that have happened to me in three years, I think to myself.
“No, you don’t have to say that to make me feel better. I know if someone stays too long in another person’s house, the other person gets tired of them, and I don’t want you to get tired of me.”
“If this is about the parents that wouldn’t let you stay for more than a week and chased you from their home, know that people are not the same and I could never get tired of you. In fact, I like having you around and if it were up to me, I wouldn’t let you leave,” I admit in a low tone, trying not to gain the attention of the customers around us.
“Well, I don’t think I can bring myself to continue living with you, depending on you, and contributing nothing. You freed me, that was more than enough.”
“Fine, it’s settled then. Once you get a job, you will be financially contributing at the club house,” I say hoping I don’t sound desperate. “Everleigh, you will need more than a year’s consistent salary to be able to live on your own without needing anyone’s help. I can’t risk you going back to the streets.”
“I can’t risk that either. I just want to know how it feels to be independent.”
“You will. But as you said, we live one day at a time. I am here to support you with anything you might need and don’t worry about me getting tired of you because that will never happen.”
“Fine,” she says halfheartedly. “But I am coming for that job interview tomorrow.”
“I will be waiting for you at the clubhouse so we celebrate the news of you landing a job.”
“I can’t wait to see how it goes,” she says, having her bright face restored.
