Forging Splendor by S R Nulton

Author:S R Nulton [Nulton, S R]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-21T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9: MOPING LIKE A PRO

THE REST OF the weekend was a whirl of activity, at least for Ethan. I’d rarely seen him so devoted to his work. I mean, he had a great work ethic, but this was entirely different. Honestly, it worried me.

I’d seen people act like that before. Whenever someone decided to bury themselves in work that thoroughly it had turned out poorly for them. Either their health or relationships began to deteriorate, which drove them to work harder so they would avoid the consequences, and that continued until they either imploded or exploded.

It was a bit of a personal trigger for me. My mother was an absolute wreck when my father died. They had been very much in love and she was devastated when she got the news. Things only got worse when we found out that he had forgotten to renew his life insurance policy the previous year. My mom went from working as a paralegal with a brand new law degree and a supportive spouse to a single mother with three children who needed to eat every day. She didn’t really have time to deal with her emotions, so she threw herself into work and spent less and less time around us. It was easier for her to avoid her daughters than it was to keep seeing her deceased husband in our features. When she finally stopped hiding, she realized how much distance had grown between us and it nearly broke her again. To this day she said it was her greatest regret in life.

So when three days passed and I didn’t see Ethan, I decided he’d had enough time to hide. I hadn’t even heard him blasting music for a day-and-a-half, and that wasn’t a good sign. Ethan loved singing along when he was creating, almost as much as he disliked it when others heard him sing.

Whatever was going on with him, it was time to face whatever he was feeling head on. And hopefully make some fantastic art in spite of it. Or possibly because of it.

“Ethan?” I asked, knocking on his office door. When there was no answer, I opened it and walked in. As soon as I saw the room, I knew I was right to come get him. The place was a sty!

My employer wasn’t the neatest person when it came to paperwork, but he was obsessive with anything involved in the actual design and creation of his work. Sketches were usually kept in specifically labeled cubbies, along with supplies that had been allocated for each project. It helped him know when he would need to order more of something. If he was making a pearl necklace, he calculated how many pearls he would need for it, sorted them into a container, popped a lid on it, and put it in the correct box so that he could get started when he was ready. If he was running short of something, he would mark the top of the box with a dry erase marker and send off a request for more from his phone.

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