"NOSE!" a little boy growled, pointing at his nose, which was filled with a solid looking green substance.
Alec, Lola and I drove to the beach the next morning, to the panhandle of Florida, where his family was vacationing. The sand was powdery and the water clear. Lola ate all of the Whataburgers that I no longer eat on the way home, making the most of our vicarious eating habits.
Most of the area west of there was destroyed about two days after we drove home.
"Hey, thanks for your time, but I've accepted another offer..." I emailed a school, in lieu of sitting through another interview. It looked like a good school, but I thought the coordinator sounded bitchy. So, I said fuck it.
"Hilary, his dad has been put on life support. He really needs to be up here." I could feel my throat quivering and got off of the phone. I booked Alec on the same connecting flight his brother was taking through Atlanta. He flew the morning of his birthday.
"Look, I've turned down offers. Pay raises, schools that were walking distance from my house." I said to the guy, taking a drink of my coffee.
"I'm not willing to go just anywhere. It has to be good."
"How many are we competing against?"
"I'm interviewing a lot. I can wait until January. Or next school year. It just has to be right."
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