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Show Motherlunge a novel 22 part-time position shelving books. He took it as a second job. Eventually, he was offered a full-time job in Reference, and he quit Buttrey's and accepted it. "That's not a career," his father told him on the phone. "Sales! Sales has far more potential." "I didn't know they hired boys at libraries," his mother-in-law said the same night, grimacing a little as she pressed the steam button on the iron. "What do you wear to work?" Dorothy liked the idea, however. "It's the life of the mind," she said. She was sitting on the couch, watching Pavia toddle toward her across the living room. Dorothy looked like Pavia, Walter thought then, or the other way around-their dark hair and softness. Sweetness. "The coffee table!" Alva suddenly growled. "Watch the baby!" With surprising speed she lunged on phlebitic legs around the ironing board to intercept Pavia. "Your insurance likely won't be as good now," she grunted, catching Pavia under the arms. For some reason at this moment Walter looked at Dorothy, and she was looking back at him. "Surrounded by books and great ideas," she said softly to him, and she smiled at her husband as her baby was dragged, whimpering, backwards away from her. One year later, I was bom. |