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“Luke.”

“Seriously. I’ve got my brothers’ blessing to literally go and do anything. Go take classes in something or go try and write a book. Anything,” he lamented. “I got as far as asandwich.”

He tossed the last quarter of his Wonder Bread PB&J onto the paper towel he was using as a plate.

“Do you have any interest in writing a book?” I asked.

“No. That was just an example.”

“Okay. Well, how do you like to work?”

“What?”

“Maya is apparently going to be a guidance counselor or something and help kids figure out what they want to be when they grow up. That’s the first question that she asks. How do you like to work?” I explained.

“I guess… I hate working at a desk or in front of a screen. I don’t mind being in charge or giving orders, but I hate managing people,” he says. “I think it’s that I want to do somethingmore.”

“Okay. Definemore.”

“Like when my dad was in charge of the business and he was helping build houses and apartment complexes and help people renovate buildings for their businesses, he felt like he was really doing something good. He was building communities and stuff.More.”

“So you want to help people?”

“I think.”

“Okay, we’ve got something to work with. No office jobs. Help people.”

“I feel like I’m taking that test we took sophomore year. The JOB-O.”

“Yeah. I remember that,” I said. “Kind of wish I could take it again and see what I should be now that the Army is no longer an option.”

“Well then, how doyoulike to work?”

“We already did me. Maya did, anyway. And she’s got me thinking about taking the firefighter’s test soon,” I told him.

“You want to be a firefighter?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “It sounds better than anything else I can come up with.”

“Huh.”

Luke sat back in his chair and looked like he was amused by the idea.

“Do you think you can do it?” he asked. “You have to run. A lot.”

“I already run a lot.”

“I mean with a weighted vest on and stuff.”

“You’re looking at me like I’ve never done that before,” I said, mildly offended.

“I just mean your hip. You know you’ve got to be able to lift a grown man over your shoulder and carry him to safety.”

“I think I’ll do just fine, Luke. In fact, I think I could handle better than you could.”

I shouldn’t have taken that jab at him, but I couldn’t help it.

“Hey, I work out,” he retorted.

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