Page 125 of Seasons of Love
“Take your mind out of the gutter. I really do mean his backyard. It’s actually a fun project, and it’ll help pay my bills. Ell-Mr. Bradford is even helping look after Sara, so I don’t need to bother Florrie or hire a sitter.”
She sucks her cheeks in, and I can tell she’s trying to contain a smile. “How generous of Mr. Bradford.”
“He’s very kind, yes,” I say, rolling my eyes.
She squeals and then drags her chair next to mine. “So tell Aunty Pauline. How long is it going to take you to work your way from his backyard to his in-yard?”
“Shut up. That’s not going to happen.”
“Why not?”
“Pauline, why would he even take a second look at me when he can do so much better? He probably knows dozens of more sophisticated and educated men. I wouldn’t stand a chance even if I wanted to.”
She turns me around in my chair with strength I never knew she had and puts her hands on either side of my face.
“You listen to me, Milo, and listen to me good.”
“Okay…” I say with my cheeks all squished.
“Mr. Bradford would be lucky to have you. It’s never about how educated or sophisticated someone is. It’s about what’s in their heart. You know that. Don’t come to me with that kind of bullshit because you’re lying only to yourself.”
I manage a nod, and she releases me.
“Good. I’m not saying to jump the man’s bones, for crying out loud. But have you noticed how he only ever goes to your register?”
“I’m sure that’s not—”
She stares, daring me to challenge her. Thinking about it, she might be right. I don’t remember seeing Ellis use another checkout whenever I’ve seen him in the store.
“It doesn’t mean anything. Besides, I’m working for him, and I don’t want to mess things up. I have responsibilities, Pauline.”
“I know you do, hun. But you’re also human. Now go out there before Gerald comes to get you with his slimy, greasy hands.”
“Ew.”
I put my book away and go back to work, but Gerald catches me before I make it to my register.
“Milo, have you finished your break?” he asks, looking at his wristwatch.
I’m sure I’m not late back. “Yes, I was just on my way back out. I’m not late.”
“I know everything that happens in this store, including when someone is half a minute late.” His smug smile makes me want to hurl.
“Then is there anything I can do for you?” I ask, already dreading the answer.
“It’s more what I can do for you.”
“I’m not following.”
“I wanted to catch you about the job opportunities you’ve been asking for.”
Color me speechless. “Really? That’s great, Gerald. I’m currently studying to take the GED exams at the end of the summer, so that should help, right?”
He stares at me blankly.
“I’m not sure how you’ll have time to study when you’ll be working nights.”
“I’m sorry, Gerald. Did you say nights? You know I can’t work nights. I have Sara.”
