She walked briskly along her street headed home. She was late; it was almost nine o’clock, the night pitch black, the street lights barely lighting her way. Hands folded tight against her chest, she bit her lip and trudged along the uneven path leading to the farm house. She cursed bureaucracies for the umpteenth time today. Trying to find a job in this ridiculous economy was akin to a guerrilla war. Men in suits ambushing your character when you least expect it, she closed her eyes in frustration. She wished her old job would pay her severance, two more days and she was going to be poorer than a church mouse. She’d be happy to have even ten shillings for fare to get to the next interview.
There was no way to tell if she’d gotten the job she’d interviewed for this afternoon. The suits in charge had played hard ball, warning the group of interviewees that some of them wouldn’t get picked. A painful pang swept through her and she prayed for luck. She prayed…her walk slowed, she wondered if her god was listening. Berating herself for wavering, she continued her brisk walk and prayed in earnest. Just maybe…she would get the job.
She finally got to the farm’s green gate. It was Monday, her day to make dinner. She locked the gate with a sigh. She’d promised she’d be home earlier. Obviously, that hadn’t gone so well. Her brothers would be giving her a lecture. She slowed down on the short walk to the house. Stopping at the front door, she took in a deep bracing breathe, preparing herself for a lecture. She opened the door, removed her shoes, and gave a small gasp when she glanced up.
A cheerful atmosphere filled the living room, and beyond that, the dining table was laden with delicious foods. The scent of roast meat filled her nostrils and her stomach rumbled in appreciation. Her older brother rushed to her and hugging her in greeting. He smiled wide, picking her up and twirling her around. He told her he was happy she was home and led her to the living room. Her younger brother pressed a fresh cup of coffee into her hand. The lecture she’d feared never came. When she sat at the dinner table to eat with her brothers, her father brought her an envelope from her previous employer. She opened it with a frown having given up on receiving her severance pay from that company. She was surprised as a sardine that went to sleep in the ocean and woke up in a delicatessen store when she pulled out a check. Her severance money, she smiled in elation. Maybe her God was listening after all, she decided. There was hope.
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