right. She had a daughter? A school-aged kid? Taylor couldn’t be more than
twenty-five or twenty-six herself. “Don’t you have someone who could
watch her?” Christina finally forced out the tactless question.
Taylor rolled her eyes. “Not exactly. I didn’t grow up here. My family
lives an hour away. Although, that is an idea. I could call my parents and
see if they’ll watch her. They’re right in the middle of harvest though, so
that’s probably a no-go. Maybe— I do have a friend who might be able to
do it, but it would depend on if they’ve had it and if their son has had it.”
“Don’t most people want their kids to catch it so that they have it young
and not when they’re old?”
“Uh— I don’t know. Anyway, I have to go get her. I’m taking the rest of
the day off. You want to be here and help out? Make sure everyone knows
that if they haven’t been vaccinated or had it, then they can’t come here for
the week. Even if I found somewhere for Chloe to go during the day while
I’m here working, I’d still have been around her and I might transfer it or
something. I don’t know how it works, but I do have to be here, and I’m not
willing to risk endangering someone else.”
“It’s just chicken pox. Not the plague.”
“That’s not cool.” Taylor crossed her arms. “Just let everyone know.
And for a week. Make sure they know that. I don’t want people to have to
go home, but I can’t take the time off. I need to be here supervising and
getting things done.”
Christina could see that Taylor’s mind was already made up. She was
worried about her daughter, that much was clear, and she was digging her
heels in. She probably wasn’t thinking clearly— since there wouldn’t be
any harm in her working from home, doing calls and taking care of
marketing details and all the things that didn’t require her to be at the
building. Christina could have told Taylor that, but she also figured that
Taylor had spent every minute of every single day at the building since
she’d got the keys, and for her, taking a week off, letting someone else run