The air conditioner in his office is off, its faceplate still missing. No chairs, so Fran and I stand, answering his questions. Then he and I speak alone.
No heated words, this time. No aggrieved tones. Quiet voices. He asks me to consider his offer; it’s a kind one.
But I can’t accept it. With that, five-plus years of working for YABC come to an end.
blue sky departure… night school denouement
Photo by Andrew Amistad