Trade and Twenty-first. Its Vishous and Butch. Phury called it in.
Youre still working with Cassie Carter, right?His response was automatic and quick. Great. Shes a good worker. I give her a task and she does it. He liked a conscientious worker with a willing attitude. Maybe theyd started off on the wrong foot, but both their attitudes had evened out since their rocky start.
Have you noticed anything different about her lately?He shrugged. Not really. Then he remembered Cassie had gone suspiciously compliant of late. It was out of character for her. True enough, she showed up on time, worked hard, but theyd barely exchanged a word all week. Let me revise that. Shes been keeping to herself a lot. I mean, shes friendly with the Youngs, but other than that, nothing. Why?She was in the office on Wednesday.
Her leaned slightly forward. Now that she mentioned it, Cassie hadnt been her normal self all week. Hed been busy with other matters and hadnt paid much attention. Whats the problem?Cassies feeling down and overwhelmed. Shes juggling a lot and concerned about leaving her daughter alone as much as she does. Megan hesitated. It seemed that there was a lot more bothering her than that, though. Do you know what the problem is?
He shook his head and then frowned and asked the question that immediately came to mind. Cassies not thinking of dropping out, is she? It would shock him if she did. Hed overheard a conversation between Cassie and Shelly Young when Cassie had explained how excited and pleased she was to have been accepted into the program. She claimed this opportunity meant the world to her.
We discussed her taking a break for the time being. Well keep her hours on file and when she feels shed be able to return she can pick up where she left off.Unfortunately, Cassie was right. It was a few months after Mom died and I wasnt myself. Again, a half-truth.
Cassies voice dipped. I know. I wasnt myself, either.Nichole was afraid her voice was about to betray her. She yearned to say more but was worried the words wouldnt be able to make it past the lump in her throat.
I know you and Karen were upset with me that I couldnt be at Moms funeral. I would have given anything I owned to be with you, but it was impossible.None of that matters now, Nichole whispered. Because she was afraid to say anything more about their mother or their last conversation, she quickly changed the subject. Karen said you were over to the house last weekend.