“You want out.” It wasn’t a question. I could see and hear it even if he didn’t voice it. “What will you do instead?”
He perked up.
“I’ve been talking to Marlon at Monique’s Bakery. He said if I can give him six months or a year, he’ll teach me how to become a baker, or at least a baker’s assistant. I have some ideas about new things they can make for sale.” His face was eager, his body taut like he was excited to break out of the blocks. Then he got a mischievous look in his eyes, a glint I remember seeing there when he was a child. “I’ll even let you taste everything first.”
How could I say no to him? I smiled, even though it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
“When do you start?”
Surprise and excitement radiated off him. “Now? Tomorrow?” he asked quickly as if I might change my mind.
“Okay. There’s only one condition,” I said, suddenly realizing what a great deal this was.
“Yeah? What?”