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Rigg turned, cut across a few yards and dashed up the back steps of his house. In a matter of minutes he was out again, bearing a loaf of bread, three apples, half a pie and a jug of cider. He whistled as he approached the school steps, giving Sean a chance to know of his presence.
Sean wiped his face on his sleeve when he heard the sound and watched his employer approach.
How about some lunch?
Thanks, but Im not too hungry.
Mind if I join you?
No.
Rigg sat down on the second step, bit into an apple, and watched Seans profile. How do you think youll like the job?
Sean continued to stare off in the distance as he answered. It might take me a while to remember everything. Ill understand if you feel you need to get someone else.
Rigg had never known Joe to be sneaky or underhanded in any way, but Seans words made him wonder what kind of morning Joe had given him. Joe was not very happy that his family was moving back East. Maybe it had been asking too much to have him train his successor.
This pie is good, sure you wont have any?
Im not a baby, Rigg. If you need to tell me that Im fired, please just say it, Sean said with quiet dignity.
You really have worked yourself into a mood, havent you? Sean looked at Rigg for the first time. I think youre doing fine Sean, and if youre going to do a good job this afternoon, you need some lunch. Sean caught the apple Rigg tossed him and ate it in silence. He didnt refuse any more of the food that was passed his way and, miraculously, found that he did feel better.
Rigg hoped that Sean would share what was on his mind but he didnt. They returned to the mercantile. Sean prayed and took a deep breath before going into the back room. Joe was already there and his first words were a criticism.
Youre late.
Sean said nothing.
Get that crate unloaded and out with the rest of the sugaron the shelf where I showed you.
The next hour passed in a similar fashion. Sean said little and Joe reprimanded him nonstop. Sean stopped at one point and simply stared at Joe.
I said, put that sack over there!
For the first time he didnt move to do Joes bidding.
Whats your problem, Donovan?
I was about to ask you the same thing.
Dont give me any trouble Donovan, or Ill clean the floor with you.