Chapter 7

“How are you, Woodrow? You seem a little out of sorts today.”

Loralei had been my teacher when I was a student there and had recommended me for the staff, once I’d graduated with my degree. “I had an episode this weekend. It set me back for a couple of days. Serge was with me and helped me through it.”

She was concerned. “Is it something you need to see a therapist about?”

“No, I’ll be fine. I just had to get my head around it.”

She patted me hand. “I’m happy to hear that. Now, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Okay.” I hoped it wasn’t anything bad.

Loralei caught my facial expression. “No, I’m not getting rid of you.” She touched her gray hair. I’m planning to retire in a few years, and I’d like to offer you the chance to train to be my replacement.”

I was speechless, in a good way, this time.