Page 13 of Hiding Rose
She laughed gently. “It’s a date then. In the meantime, anytime you need to talk, and I mean anytime, you reach out to me or Kate or both of us. We’ll hold you and let you cry. Okay?”
“It’s a deal, Ellie. I appreciate your support. I knew I made the right call when I reached out to Kate. I didn’t know what else to do, but I knew she and Winifred would be here for me. I didn’t know I would be inheriting a wonderful family, too.”
“We’ve always got your back,” she insisted. “You don’t have to worry about risking your job because you need a day off, and I know you worry about it.”
I chuckled. “I do, but it’s my type A personality. I don’t like letting people down who are counting on me.”
“I understand, but taking a day off to rest once in a while could keep you from needing weeks or months off when you push things too far.”
“Point taken,” I agreed. “I’ll look at the resumes and email you back tonight. Thanks, Ellie.”
We hung up and I grabbed my iPad, opening my work email. As promised the four applicant’s resumes were there and I spent the next half an hour reading over their backgrounds, and checking their social media. I know it’s probably Ellie’s job to do, but if they’re going to be taking care of my babies, I wanted to know everything about them. Besides, after a quick glimpse at one of the applicant’s Facebook page, it was easy to see they called in sick to their current work too many times to go surfing, and posted about it on social media. Not only lazy, but not real bright either. I marked her as a pass, and emailed Ellie to offer an interview to the other three. With any luck, two of them would work out. If all three did, we could hire the third one as the assistant, with the caveat they would get the next full-time teacher position to open with the new center. Then I could walk away from the center and be confident my babies were in good hands.
