“Are you sure, Karen?”
She waves her hand, “No problem. I don’t blame you, that’s good steady money for a few months. I’ll keep you on weeknights and schedule you for some Saturday nights and every other Sunday.”
“Really, Karen, I can work every Sunday too.”
“I know you can, but everyone needs a day of rest. We’ll play it by ear. Are you still volunteering at SJ’s school?” She smiles kindly at me.
“Yes, every other Tuesday and Thursday, and that schedule hasn’t changed. Thank you for understanding.” I’m thankful she’s a good manager and a great person.
“Great, now that that is settled, let’s talk about what you are going to do with your hair tomorrow. Are you ready for the change?” She looks at the hair piled on the top of my head.
I smile, it’s so sweet of her to ask. She knows it’s a big deal for me. “I’m ready,” I nervously giggle. “I have no idea what I’ll end up with. It’s been so long since I’ve been into a salon to look at one of their hairstyle books. Aunt Betty has been discussing it with her stylist, so it’s hard to guess what they will talk me into. I’ll stop by and show you tomorrow afternoon. You know what, I think I’ll get the family together tomorrow for dinner here.”
She surprises me when she comes around her desk and hugs me. “I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, from what you’ve said about your daughter, but I’m proud of you. You’re a beautiful, smart woman and I’m proud you are moving onward and upward, dear, It’s how life works. I’ve not had the loss you’ve had, but I’ve experienced the loss of my husband of thirty years. We have to move on, never forget, but move on and make them proud of us.”