If I tried to roll my hair the way she’d done hers it’d take me a hundred pins and then some to hold it together.
I kept stealing peeks at her out the side of my eye as I sat stiff as a board next to her. She was thumbing through a folder and I noticed even her nails were perfect.
I folded mine in my lap with their chips and ragged edges, feeling more inadequate by the second. “We’re here.” She put away her reading material as the car came to a stop.
“Now remember, try not to act like the country bumpkin that you are, these people are my colleagues and I don’t need them thinking that I’d associate with anyone that was less than average.” She actually sniffed after she said this to me.
As if I wasn’t feeling out of my depth enough as it is as I looked up at the building we were approaching.
It had to be the tallest building in the world. I had to literally crane my neck just to see up to the top and even then I could barely make it out. The tallest building back home was three stories high, and that was considered a big deal by the locals.
“Well come along don’t just stand there gawking like a fool.”
I was beginning to think that maybe she had a mental unbalance of some kind. My great aunt Nettie was like that. She could be fine one minute and the next the most obscene things would shoot out of her mouth.
Momma and daddy always said just to be kind to the pitiful old soul because she didn’t know any better.
With the new thought set firmly in my head I decided to not look at aunt Marion as some sort of ogre, but more like someone who was to be pitied for her condition.
It was sad really, because momma was the same age and she was fine. It must not be easy for aunt Marion to be going through this at her young age with her whole life ahead of her.
I didn’t have much time to dwell on my new discovery however, for as soon as we entered the high rise building things seemed to be constantly in motion.
Aunt Marion introduced me around the office and everyone seemed so nice, though I did catch a few of them giving me pitying looks. I wonder what that was about?
They couldn’t have realized that my clothes weren’t of the highest order, momma was a great seamstress; in fact she made good money sewing for other people in our small town and even some in the next town over.
And my top, though not new, was very well made and quite beautiful if I do say so myself. My shoes might be a bit scuffed but nothing too horrendous, so I put it down to my imagination.
I was going nonstop from the time we got there, but I was having fun. There was so much to do and all of it exciting.
My first real job and I was going to be paid and everything. By midday some of the girls in the office were chatting with me. I had my own little cubicle where I sat to work on the stuff aunt Marion had given me to go through, when I wasn’t running back and forth from one department to the next.
I got the feeling that aunt Marion wasn’t very well liked and some of the comments made me just a tad uncomfortable.
Like when I’d say that I was staying with her and the pitying or sometimes horrified looks would start, but I ignored it.
Momma did say that the young Marion had been a force to be reckoned with; maybe she was just one of those misunderstood types, the strong personality that people were more comfortable with in men but not so much when it came to women.
Whatever the case, she was a hard taskmaster and kept me too busy to dwell on much else except what she’d given me to do.
I felt a keen sense of disappointment as the day wore on and there was no sign of Callan. I’d thought for sure that since he was her boss that he would at least be here.
But I’d been keeping a secret eye out for him all day and he wasn’t here it seemed and I dare not bring him up to one of the others. I wondered at the feeling of loss that was almost overwhelming, when just one day ago I didn’t even know he existed.
I hoped no one noticed my ennui as the day wore on, most of all aunt Marion, I wouldn’t want to have to answer any leading questions as I’m sure my stupid face would give me away in a heartbeat.
I ate lunch alone at my desk while the others headed out to a local café. I didn’t have any ready cash except for the little bit daddy had given me for emergencies, so the apple I’d snagged from the break room earlier will have to do.
Tomorrow I’ll have to remember to bring something from home, if aunt Marion wouldn’t mind. All she’d asked me to get her was bottled water and a power bar for lunch. I don’t think she even noticed that I didn’t have any. Oh well, it’s not the end of the world and it’s just one day.
My first day on the job was winding down, and though it had been tiring, it had still been the most exciting day of my life, except for the pang in my chest from not seeing him.