Reconstruction, Part 3

Part three, enjoy! 🙂

 

Will’s words swam in my head that night as I tried to fall asleep.


I had known, deep down, that they would never truly be children again. But I had hoped, I had so hoped, that if I didn’t demand too much, they could be.


I rolled onto my stomach and punched my fist into the yielding surface of my pillow. I didn’t care if they had already grown up too much, I wasn’t going to let them finish. They would still have fun, as long as they were under my care.


I flipped back around and stared at the ceiling, resolving to find a job tomorrow, no matter where it may be or how much I hated it.


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“Continuing the search?” Jake yawned over his bowl of…some kind of off-brand cereal.


“Yup.”


I headed in the opposite direction that day. I continued to hope I might find an interesting job. I knew it wasn’t likely—only necessary jobs were available, really—but I hoped.


I muttered to myself as I saw various “help wanted” signs. “Retail, retail…construction…transportation coordinator. Huh. Let’s try that.”


I pulled into a huge parking lot, in front of a half-garage-half-office-building all cobbled together. I followed the signs until I came to a sort of official-looking offie. I knocked on the doorframe.


“Hello? A sign told me you needed workers.”


A rather portly man with an anxious look permanently etched into his features looked up from an ancient computer that was making a concerning humming noise. “Hm? Oh, yes! Yes, of course! Have a seat.”


I sat gingerly on the edge of the mildewy chair across the desk from the man. “So. This job. What are the requirements?”


The man shrugged. “Can you organize?”


I nodded.


“Can you deal with people?”


“Yes.”


“Then you’re in. Smith’s the name. Jeremy Smith. Shall we get you started?”


“Sure, I suppose. What’s the pay?”


Jeremy considered for a moment. “What do you say to four bucks an hour?”


My eyes widened at the prospect. For an eight hour day, that’d mean one hundred and sixty dollars a week! I quickly did the math. That’d be eight thousand, three hundred and twenty dollars a year. “Um, yeah! That sounds great!” I silently wondered how he could afford to pay me that much. I wasn’t going to question it, though. I needed this money.


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I started going to work every day except Sundays. As if we went to church, but I suppose it’s a traditional sort of thing. The boys stayed home. I have no idea what they did there.


All I had to do was take down the clients name, where they wanted to go, and arrange groups of people according to the destination and number of seats in a vehicle. There was a lot of traffic in my first week, since some safe houses were still getting rid of stragglers.


I came into work one Monday, sat down, and began typing. I thought I heard the voice of an old friend outside. My head shot up, and I looked around. I shook my head. Of course he wasn’t here; we all knew he was probably dead somewhere.


Then I heard it again, out by the buses. The next bus was scheduled to go to my old hometown. Park City. The lady who worked on Sundays had scheduled that trip. It made sense—it was where he had lived, too. I pushed back my chair and ran out to the back parking lot. If it was him, I needed to at least see him before he left. To prove that he was alive.


I saw the back of a brown head as the owner bent to pick up a box. As he straightened, tan skin, dark brown hair, and vivid blue eyes made for a striking appearance.


“Matthias!” I yelled. Matthias’s eyes searched the parking lot until they found mine.


“Evette?” He called back. He dropped the box and ran over to me. He stopped about a foot away from me, surveying me. Taking in my face, my eyes. “It is you,” he breathed. “You made it!”


I choked back tears that threatened to well in my eyes. “We were sure … I thought—I was certain that you were dead.”


Matthias’s eyes twinkled. He patted all around himself. “Hm. Well, it seems to me I’m quite alive. Unless there’s something neither of us knows.” He grinned at me.


I smiled back and the tears finally welled and spilled over onto my face. Matthias closed the distance and enveloped me into a hug.

 

More to come! Be sure to tell me what you think. I think there’ll be one more part following this. 🙂


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