The Sanctity of Sloth by Greta Boris

Author:Greta Boris [Boris, Greta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: FawkesPress
Published: 2018-07-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

THURSDAY, MARCH 22, 12:35 PM

WHY WOULDN'T ABBY answer? Carlos stared at the phone. She should be waiting for his call. She knew he was going to the Mission to clear out the anchorhold. Didn't she want to know what happened?

His thumb hovered above the call back button, but he set the phone down. He was tired, and he was irritated. But he told himself if she didn't answer, she had to have a good reason. She'd call when she could. Meanwhile, he had his own calls to return and paperwork to do.

Three hours later, three hours of struggling to stay awake, he logged off his computer and rolled his head right and left. The bones in his neck popped like bubble wrap. It was good he didn't have to work on the job sites anymore. He wasn't old, only thirty, but the physical labor had taken a piece of him.

He looked at his phone. He thought maybe he'd shut off the ringer by mistake. He hadn't. Which meant Abby still hadn't returned his call. Now he was worried.

He tried her again. No answer. That was it. He was going to head over to Paul's and find out what was going on. Voices—Gab's and a deeper one—filtered through his office door while he rifled through the mess on his desk looking for his keys. Please, don't let it be a client. He wasn't in any shape to talk to anyone.

His phone rang, but it wasn't Abby. "Carlos." Rosie's voice sounded strained.

He stopped looking for his keys. "What's up?"

"I have a strange request." She hesitated. "We had a blow up with Conner yesterday." She launched into the story.

Carlos's mind wandered. Which son was Conner? Rosie and Eric, her husband, had two and a daughter. One of the boys and the girl were away at college. The youngest son was still in high school. That one must be Conner.

"Eric thinks he needs to get a job," Rosie said. Carlos had missed the reason Eric thought that, but he didn't interrupt her. "Get him out of his bedroom, away from the computer." She paused. The empty air filled with Gab's laughter from the other room.

"How can I help?" Carlos said, but he was pretty sure he knew where this was going.

"We were wondering, I was wondering, if you'd consider taking Conner on. He could work after school, or just weekends, whatever is best for you." Carlos dropped his head in his hand. He was too tired to deal with this. If it were anyone else, he'd tell them he ran a professional business, not a daycare. But Rosie was Rosie. She brought him lots of clients, and she was a friend.

"Minimum wage is fine. Or even less, under-the-table. We wouldn't expect any special treatment. In fact, we'd love it if you worked his butt off." She spoke fast, her tone pleading. "Eric and I both had jobs when we were his age, and they matured us. You worked for your dad when you were young, and look at you.

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