Bethany gazed at the picture of her four children that sat on the edge of her soon-to-be vacated desk, smiling in relief; she hadn’t been able to give them the time and attention they needed, and had been leaning too much on Eloise and Andrew to wrangle the twins, Chuckie and Ducks.
It had been a long time – over a decade now – since her first-and-best husband, Joseph, had mysteriously disappeared, and she had been at this soul-sucking job since that time. The temporary insanity of loneliness and fear had resulted in an intense, but brief marriage to a man that she had met on the job, and also her slightly spooky twin girls.
Bethany laughed out loud: Joseph and the girls would have gotten along perfectly.
Staring at the hard copy of her fifth revision to the grant proposal she had been working on for Director Mabrey, at the blood red edits that ran heavier than the black characters of the actual typed document, she began to methodically tear it into tiny pieces of confetti.
She’d landed the new job, a bump in pay, at an organization that believed in and delivered support for family and life balance and was well aware of Director Mabrey’s issues, and had been given a full six week’s break before she had to start in her new position.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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