doesn’t listen to anything I tell him. That doesn’t stop me from worrying about him. He’s so successful with that career of his. Starting that company straight out of college and making it, the success it is today is amazing, but he needs balance in his life. He needs someone to share that success. After all, what good is money and success, if there isn’t anyone to enjoy it with you?”
Reyna turned back to look at the older woman. It was easy to see her fondness for Brody, as well as her concern. She had never thought of Brody as being unhappy before now, but listening as Martha talked about him, she saw the man she had come to respect and yes, care about, in a different light. Her heart ached for him. The thought of Brody being lonely was hard to accept.
“How long have you worked for Brody, Mrs. Evans?”
“Oh goodness, it must be almost five years now. He’s been so good to me. When my husband, Jack, died a few years ago, Brody came and stayed with me. He didn’t want me to be lonely. Oh but look at me. I must be keeping you from something prattling on like this. Forgive me, dear. Where are you off to this morning so dressed up?”
Reyna shook her head trying to dispel the sadness that had come at the older woman’s words.
Brody was a true friend to her and to Martha Evans. How many others? was there anyone special there for him? Reyna wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to that.
“I’m job hunting. My first time, and I haven’t a clue where to begin. I thought I’d start with the paper and check into some employment agencies listed as well. See what turns up.”
“Well that sounds like the best way to get your feet wet. Job-hunting is always so stressful. Don’t you let it get you down, dear. Something will turn up. Have you talked to Brody about working at his company? I know he always needs help in some department or another.”
“No, I don’t want to impose on him anymore than I already am. Brody’s been so kind. I guess I want to try to do this on my own as well. I guess that sounds silly, but I really want to start being more independent.”
Martha Evans smiled gently at her before nodding. “No, that doesn’t sound silly at all. I completely understand how you feel. Brody told me about your husband’s death. I’m sorry. That must have been an awful thing for someone so young to go through. You are doing the right thing. Everyone needs to believe they can make their own way in this world. Don’t let anyone stop you, child. You’ll make it just fine.”
Chapter Five
Eight hours later, as she took a taxi back to Brody’s home, Reyna was beginning to think Martha Evans’s confidence in her might be misplaced.
She’d been to four agencies and had never been more discouraged in her life. After spending several hours at each one being tested on her skills and after filling out endless forms, she was told that without a degree, it would be all but impossible to place her in her desired field. The remaining available choices were not very promising. She had three interviews scheduled for the following day, two of which were receptionist positions and the third was in sales. None sounded at all interesting, but at least she would be employed.
It was almost eight o’clock when she walked into the house. Brody still wasn’t home. As she walked through the empty place, she understood why he rarely rushed home. The silence of the place was almost deafening. Reyna tossed her bag on the bed and went to the kitchen.
For the first time in a long time, she realized she was hungry. Reyna had passed on the
Reyna turned back to look at the older woman. It was easy to see her fondness for Brody, as well as her concern. She had never thought of Brody as being unhappy before now, but listening as Martha talked about him, she saw the man she had come to respect and yes, care about, in a different light. Her heart ached for him. The thought of Brody being lonely was hard to accept.
“How long have you worked for Brody, Mrs. Evans?”
“Oh goodness, it must be almost five years now. He’s been so good to me. When my husband, Jack, died a few years ago, Brody came and stayed with me. He didn’t want me to be lonely. Oh but look at me. I must be keeping you from something prattling on like this. Forgive me, dear. Where are you off to this morning so dressed up?”
Reyna shook her head trying to dispel the sadness that had come at the older woman’s words.
Brody was a true friend to her and to Martha Evans. How many others? was there anyone special there for him? Reyna wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to that.
“I’m job hunting. My first time, and I haven’t a clue where to begin. I thought I’d start with the paper and check into some employment agencies listed as well. See what turns up.”
“Well that sounds like the best way to get your feet wet. Job-hunting is always so stressful. Don’t you let it get you down, dear. Something will turn up. Have you talked to Brody about working at his company? I know he always needs help in some department or another.”
“No, I don’t want to impose on him anymore than I already am. Brody’s been so kind. I guess I want to try to do this on my own as well. I guess that sounds silly, but I really want to start being more independent.”
Martha Evans smiled gently at her before nodding. “No, that doesn’t sound silly at all. I completely understand how you feel. Brody told me about your husband’s death. I’m sorry. That must have been an awful thing for someone so young to go through. You are doing the right thing. Everyone needs to believe they can make their own way in this world. Don’t let anyone stop you, child. You’ll make it just fine.”
Chapter Five
Eight hours later, as she took a taxi back to Brody’s home, Reyna was beginning to think Martha Evans’s confidence in her might be misplaced.
She’d been to four agencies and had never been more discouraged in her life. After spending several hours at each one being tested on her skills and after filling out endless forms, she was told that without a degree, it would be all but impossible to place her in her desired field. The remaining available choices were not very promising. She had three interviews scheduled for the following day, two of which were receptionist positions and the third was in sales. None sounded at all interesting, but at least she would be employed.
It was almost eight o’clock when she walked into the house. Brody still wasn’t home. As she walked through the empty place, she understood why he rarely rushed home. The silence of the place was almost deafening. Reyna tossed her bag on the bed and went to the kitchen.
For the first time in a long time, she realized she was hungry. Reyna had passed on the
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