Wednesday April 19, 2017
Year Of Yes
When I start working for Mary, she’s shaking and scratching but still won’t let go of the wheel. I’m there to help her, at least that’s what her daughter Clea said in the second interview. I didn’t meet Mary until after I was hired. Maybe Clea didn’t want her condition to scare me off.
“How many attendants has Mary had over the past few years?” I asked.
“We need someone who is the right fit,” Clea evaded the question, smiling.
“Of course,” I folded my hands in my lap and knew what I was getting myself into.