need to plan this out. C'mon. Live a little, Corey.”
Live a little? Doesn't she know living makes me tired? I know what she means, though. She doesn't mean live as in the ordinary, day-to-day stuff. She means going out on a limb, trying new things, and breathing in life instead of always breathing it out.
“Fine, but don't get used to it.”
She grins. “I'll be right back, then.” Olivia disappears out my door to run across the hall.
Time with Olivia and a doctor's appointment all in one day? This will either turn out really great or like shit.
SHE RETURNS A few minutes later after I've washed our dishes. When I turn around, she's holding a towel and a little kit.
“This isn't my first time cutting a guy's hair,” she explains. I guess she means her brother. “Come sit.” I do and for the first few minutes, I cherish the silence, the feel of her hands in my hair, the snipping of the scissors and the buzzing of the razor. “Hey, were you still going to find a second job?”
“I probably should.”
“Well, I may have one for you, if you're interested. You're going to have to be able to make the commitment, though.”
Uh-oh. What is she thinking? Commitments aren't something I particularly want to make during a time when getting out of bed is hard to do sometimes. “What is it?” I ask anyway.
“My uncle is a carpenter and he's about to start a remodeling project for a client. He would be willing to bring you on as like an apprentice. You can work with him, learn how to do stuff, and maybe even enjoy it. He does all kinds of things, so it could be fun. You'd start next week if you want to do it. Though, you would have to meet him first.”
Carpentry? My dad was a carpenter too, but he never got the chance to pass that on to us. All I know is football and being a bouncer at a club.
“He would teach you everything. A lot of skills that would last a lifetime no matter what you end up doing,” Olivia adds, definitely trying to sell me on this. “All you have to do is go in, work hard, and come home. You work, you get paid. You'll make enough you could quit the other job if you wanted. But if you don't work, you don't make money. Plus, as long as you can nod in understanding and don't have any questions, you won't even have to carry on conversations with anyone.”
I'm sold.
Surely I can do that. Maybe it would be cool to experience what my dad did, too. Olivia places her tools on the counter and removes the towel around my shoulders.
“You're finished, but before you can look, I want to know what you're thinking about the job offer,” she tells me as she walks around to stand in front of me, her thighs touching my knees.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah? Seriously? That's all you got?”
I grin. “I want to do it.” Here's my live-a-little for today. I tell her something I don't have to. “My dad was a carpenter.”
“Really?” I nod. “That's cool. I bet you'll at least enjoy learning some of the things he knew how to do.” She gives me a smile. “Okay, you can go look and get a shower. I'm going get ready too and then meet you back over here, okay?”
“You're not going to stay for when I judge how well you did?” I run a hand over my head. Oh, man. It's short, maybe too short. Why didn't I tell her how I wanted it cut? What if I hate it?
“Nope. I have extreme faith in my abilities.” She smiles, gathers her things, and leaves.
Maybe I'm prolonging the inevitable, but I sweep up the mess she made before finally going to look at my hair. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Actually, it looks pretty good. I smile because the way it looks right now makes me think of what Olivia said about sometimes getting a little wild. Hair sticks this way and that, looking crazy. Satisfied, I get into the shower.
AFTER THAT LAST experience with her driving, there's no way in hell I was going to let her drive today. She wouldn't tell me what we were originally going to do, only our
Live a little? Doesn't she know living makes me tired? I know what she means, though. She doesn't mean live as in the ordinary, day-to-day stuff. She means going out on a limb, trying new things, and breathing in life instead of always breathing it out.
“Fine, but don't get used to it.”
She grins. “I'll be right back, then.” Olivia disappears out my door to run across the hall.
Time with Olivia and a doctor's appointment all in one day? This will either turn out really great or like shit.
SHE RETURNS A few minutes later after I've washed our dishes. When I turn around, she's holding a towel and a little kit.
“This isn't my first time cutting a guy's hair,” she explains. I guess she means her brother. “Come sit.” I do and for the first few minutes, I cherish the silence, the feel of her hands in my hair, the snipping of the scissors and the buzzing of the razor. “Hey, were you still going to find a second job?”
“I probably should.”
“Well, I may have one for you, if you're interested. You're going to have to be able to make the commitment, though.”
Uh-oh. What is she thinking? Commitments aren't something I particularly want to make during a time when getting out of bed is hard to do sometimes. “What is it?” I ask anyway.
“My uncle is a carpenter and he's about to start a remodeling project for a client. He would be willing to bring you on as like an apprentice. You can work with him, learn how to do stuff, and maybe even enjoy it. He does all kinds of things, so it could be fun. You'd start next week if you want to do it. Though, you would have to meet him first.”
Carpentry? My dad was a carpenter too, but he never got the chance to pass that on to us. All I know is football and being a bouncer at a club.
“He would teach you everything. A lot of skills that would last a lifetime no matter what you end up doing,” Olivia adds, definitely trying to sell me on this. “All you have to do is go in, work hard, and come home. You work, you get paid. You'll make enough you could quit the other job if you wanted. But if you don't work, you don't make money. Plus, as long as you can nod in understanding and don't have any questions, you won't even have to carry on conversations with anyone.”
I'm sold.
Surely I can do that. Maybe it would be cool to experience what my dad did, too. Olivia places her tools on the counter and removes the towel around my shoulders.
“You're finished, but before you can look, I want to know what you're thinking about the job offer,” she tells me as she walks around to stand in front of me, her thighs touching my knees.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah? Seriously? That's all you got?”
I grin. “I want to do it.” Here's my live-a-little for today. I tell her something I don't have to. “My dad was a carpenter.”
“Really?” I nod. “That's cool. I bet you'll at least enjoy learning some of the things he knew how to do.” She gives me a smile. “Okay, you can go look and get a shower. I'm going get ready too and then meet you back over here, okay?”
“You're not going to stay for when I judge how well you did?” I run a hand over my head. Oh, man. It's short, maybe too short. Why didn't I tell her how I wanted it cut? What if I hate it?
“Nope. I have extreme faith in my abilities.” She smiles, gathers her things, and leaves.
Maybe I'm prolonging the inevitable, but I sweep up the mess she made before finally going to look at my hair. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Actually, it looks pretty good. I smile because the way it looks right now makes me think of what Olivia said about sometimes getting a little wild. Hair sticks this way and that, looking crazy. Satisfied, I get into the shower.
AFTER THAT LAST experience with her driving, there's no way in hell I was going to let her drive today. She wouldn't tell me what we were originally going to do, only our
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