“I’d still like to meet him.”
He glanced at the only empty chair and gestured towards it.
Luke stood when I approached.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Caroline.”
He glanced at the only empty chair and gestured towards it.
“Please, ma’am. You can sit here.”
I almost laughed.
We discussed the book in his hands for nearly an hour.
“I’m forty-seven, not ninety.”
His mouth twitched.
“I wasn’t implying anything.”
“You absolutely were.”
That got a real smile.
“One good conversation doesn’t guarantee a placement.”
We discussed the book in his hands for nearly an hour.
When I left, Denise said, “One good conversation doesn’t guarantee a placement.”
“I know.”
So I came back.
Again and again.
Luke was guarded, but kind. He had a dry sense of humor and remembered everything I told him.
