Chapter 5

I shrugged. It was stupid of me, and maybe self-pitying, but I had made no plans at all. There was a couch in my office; I guess I’d go there. I guess I wanted an excuse to feel sorry for myself.

“You didn’t tell me about your job yet.”

Troy pulled a bottle out of his bag. “Ta da! Dad’s best brandy! Do you have any cups left here? No? No glasses? Not even a couple of dog water bowls?”

We ended up sitting at the table, taking turns sipping from the bottle. We still had coffee, which we put in the fridge, to heat up in the morning. Little did we suspect how hung over we’d be by then. We put the snacks in the fridge for morning, also.

“Okay, my job,” Troy started. “I’m going to be an outreach counselor at Children’s Hospital. Glorified social worker, I suppose, but it’s what I want to do. I’ll be dealing with several other agencies as well…”

“You’ll be dealing with me!” I exclaimed. “Plus, my own office is only a mile or two beyond there, so I can take you to work!”