[Angie, can I come over for dinner again tomorrow night?]
My first instinct was to say no, but I typed out a reply and deleted it. The thought of that one month of free rent changed my mind.
If I didn't take good care of Elise's son, I'd feel guilty about getting free rent.
I held back. How could I let pride get in the way of saving money?
[Alright, come over for dinner every night this week. What do you want to eat tomorrow?]
[Thanks, Angie. I'd like spaghetti, pizza, and maybe some barbecue ribs. But go easy on the sugar. I'm not a fan of sweet dishes.]
"This kid sure knows how to pick his meals! He's treating me like a master chef."
[Alright, as long as you like what I cook! You're at the age where you need to grow, after all.]
Even though my reply was so ingratiating, I swear, only my body bowed down. My spirit will always stand tall.
During work today, I was a bit distracted. I was afraid that a sudden task would prevent me from getting home on time.
If I worked late and didn't get back in time, I wondered if he would be disappointed.
As soon as it hit five o'clock and I confirmed there was nothing else to do, I quickly greeted my colleagues and clocked out.