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I went back to bed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Nick
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IHAD TO HAND IT TOMegan, the mansion looked great. One hand for the Sawyer brothers for the physical work they put in lining the driveway with trees. A single red bow dripped from each treetop along the driveway. The last two trees flanking the end of the drive had the red bow and white lights. Worked for me.
All day, I followed Jill’s lists, tying up loose ends, making calls, and giving instructions to volunteers. I couldn’t say I enjoyed it, but pulling my weight with what I promised at least felt satisfying.
“Nicolas, this looks beautiful.”
“Mom.” I set the box of programs on a table covered in red plaid. “You’re here early. You look nice.”
She straightened the sleeve of her gold beaded jacket. “You did great.”
“Jill did great.”
“Don’t underestimate yourself.”
I couldn’t take credit, but I didn’t want to argue. “I have something to talk to you about.” Here goes. “I’ve been looking for a new...opportunity.”
She nodded. “I’m sure you hadn’t envisioned working at the printers forever.”
Just then, the sound of chattering young voices carried over. The kids’ choir burst into the ballroom in a mob of sound and limbs. Mom immediately greeted the kids and the sponsor teachers. Any hope of a heart-to-heart needed to wait.
My friend had texted that the distillery could do a video interview the day after the holiday. Have me in Madison by the end of the week for a facility visit. I wanted to tell Mom. If I told her then I could tell Megan.
Megan and I had been texting all day.
Megan: Stu’s kids are a trip. All-state in track, you said? How about all-state in all-everything.
Nick: But do they know about a flat white?
Megan: You remembered my drink! Most impressive.
