She showered and dressed. One of her cuts was still bleeding. Her guilt and self-loathing over her need to hurt
herself added to her depression. And she
would have to tell Luke. Something,
anyway. Because she and Keith ….
She dragged herself to the
uni. Just because her life was in ruins
didn’t mean she had to just give up. But
somehow, the magic had gone out of French.
Instead of something precious and enchanted, it seemed tedious and
pointless. Why bother at all? But she had to. She had to have a piece of paper which
qualified her for a job. She couldn’t
work at a café for the rest of her life.
Could she? And that made her
remember that she would have to go on working at Don Vittorio’s. She couldn’t just resign. She needed the money. She knew Luke would help her out for a week
or two. But until she had found herself
a new job somewhere else, she couldn’t just walk out of the job at the
café. And it was a good job too, by the standards
of hospitality. The owner, a woman, paid
her better than minimum wage, and when she’d earned the maximum she could each
week before CentreLink would start cutting back her welfare payments, she was
paid the rest in cash. She was given responsibility, trusted. She did a good job, she knew that. Somebody other than her father and mother
appreciated her. She was important to
the owner. And the owner was nice,
too. And she, Esmé, made good coffee.
Idiot! she abused herself. Staying in a place just because you make good
coffee there! You can make good coffee
anywhere. Having made the decision she
felt better. She would look online to
see if there were any jobs higher up Brunswick Rd. Close enough to their house.
The resolution to action cheered
her up a little and she was able to pay attention to the lecturer.
She was unable to face Luke, so
went to a different café for lunch.
And, luckily, she didn’t have to
work that evening.
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