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“What’s the name of the foundation?” I asked and looked over the papers again.
“Chloe suggested that the Native American community name the foundation, so if you have a suggestion, let’s hear it.”
“She doesn’t want the foundation to be named after her?” I said with surprise.
“Nope.”
“Wow.” I sat down again. Puzzled by the news. “That doesn’t sound like Chloe.”
“Maybe she has grown to be selfless.”
I arched a brow. “Something has changed for sure.”
“So will you take the job?”
“Yeah… I just don’t know how to make time to manage something that big on top of everything I’ve got going on.”
Onava put her hand on my shoulder. “Adam, the manager role is a paid position, and you wouldn’t have to work two jobs to make ends meet any longer.”
“It’s not a volunteer position?”
“No, there’s a budget for administration. You’ll see when you read through all the papers.”
A knot formed in my throat and I blinked to avoid the moisture I felt rise in my eyes. This had been my childhood dream since I was nine and sat hungry and crying on the floor in a run-down trailer with my mom passed out drunk on the couch. Back then I had sworn I would change things when I grew up, and now I could.
“I don’t know what to say,” I murmured.
“All you have to do is say yes.” Onava grinned and spread her arms to hug me.
My “yes” was swallowed in her tight hug and happy noises.
