This Is Goodbye

Damion

“Yes. Work here. Full time. I’d make sure you were paid well, more than you would make fixing farms, but not like the other guy. You wouldn’t be working for me. You’d be working with me.”

“Damion,” she said my name, dragging out the word.

“Wait, don’t say no. Not yet.”

“Damion, that isn’t what I do.”

I nodded. “I know, but don’t you want a steady job? You live close by, right? Oliver loves you. I have so much more to learn from you. Will you please consider it?”

Her gaze went back to the field. “I do like Oliver, and I would love to have a friendship with him, but I don’t need a job.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I don’t need a fulltime job. That isn’t what I like to do. I like the experience of learning and seeing new things.”

“How can farms be all that different? It’s the same shit on a different piece of land.”

She offered a sardonic laugh. “That’s true, but it’s not for me.”

The way she said it made it sound like a woman on a diet trying to talk herself out of a cookie.