Seven Days With Her Boss by Penny Wylder

Author:Penny Wylder [Wylder, Penny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penny Wylder Books
Published: 2017-04-15T16:00:00+00:00

7

It’s been five days of being at Kodiche’s beck and call, but it’s been good. After the first day, he was just as happy to have me in one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties around the house, only putting on one of the arm-candy outfits when running errands. I think he’s learned that embarrassing me isn’t an effective punishment for getting me to learn anything out of it. I am supposed to volunteer at the hospital this evening, but I rescheduled my hours back until the weekend after I’m done with Kodiche.

There’s no way he’d let me go for three hours to read books to kids in the hospital and help with changing bedding and restocking linens in the pediatric ward, not when I agreed to this special seven day training.

But part of me wants to ask. If I did, would he go with me? There is nothing small about Kodiche; he would take up half the waiting room. No, it’s better this way. I can go in just a couple more days and spend time with the kids then.

The last time I was away from my volunteer work this long was after I was donating bone marrow to Katie. I'd been visiting my father in and out of the hospital since I was very young. The nurses all knew me and they let me wander while my mother sat with my dad as they ran fluids into him; it was so normal for me.

That was when I met Katie.

She was a few years older than I was, but she pretty much lived in the hospital. She’d relapsed from cancer remission twice.

I found out that her family was searching for a donor for her, that no one in their family was a close enough match. I volunteered for the blood draw, and a few weeks later was taken in for the huge ass needle to be shoved into my hip.

She got better for a little while after that. I didn't know she'd passed away until one day, while wandering the hospital, a boy came up to me. He said he was Katie’s twin brother; he gave me a stuffed cat. “Katie-cat” was her nickname at home, he had explained. He was beside himself with grief at losing his twin. I guess his bringing me the stuffed animal was his way of connecting with her through me.

He was my first kiss, though I don’t know if it counts if you give it on the cheek.

I reach into my suitcase and pull out the worn and patched cat, lightly stroking its fur. It goes everywhere with me, my security blanket through life. It reminds me that selflessness has given me a treasured friendship and helped so many other families as I spend time with their children when they can’t be at the hospital.

“Yes, I know. I was there, I remember.” Kodiche’s voice echoes in the hallway, and I replace my cat and slowly make my way down the hall.

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