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asher553[introduce]
"I hear you're looking for work," he told me. "Let me take you to meet my dad." That was how I ended up spending half a year working for an eccentric old man with a boyish grin and a perpetually late payroll.
He and his wife lived up in the hills, just a few miles from the city but in another world. In the summer months, the trees were infested by invasive beetles that had stowed away aboard a cargo ship some years ago.
I stayed on until the end of the summer, and then I'd had enough; I took an apartment and a job in town. They weren't the easiest people to work for, or to get to know. They were aloof - they liked their life on the mountain, where they could look down at the rest of the world.
I went back once, about a year later, for the old lady's memorial. But for better or worse, their memory is part of my life, just as those beetles are part of the forest. Everything is changed by who you let into your world.
"I hear you're looking for work," he told me. "Let me take you to meet my dad." That was how I ended up spending half a year working for an eccentric old man with a boyish grin and a perpetually late payroll.
He and his wife lived up in the hills, just a few miles from the city but in another world. In the summer months, the trees were infested by invasive beetles that had stowed away aboard a cargo ship some years ago.
I stayed on until the end of the summer, and then I'd had enough; I took an apartment and a job in town. They weren't the easiest people to work for, or to get to know. They were aloof - they liked their life on the mountain, where they could look down at the rest of the world.
I went back once, about a year later, for the old lady's memorial. But for better or worse, their memory is part of my life, just as those beetles are part of the forest. Everything is changed by who you let into your world.
