In the morning, Spencer came in with a long-stemmed pink rose for Kate. “It’s beautiful, thank you.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before putting the bud in a vase.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said quietly.
Kate turned back to him. “Oh?”
“May I have another one of those?” He pointed to his cheek with a dreamy look on his face.
Kate smiled at his antics and decided it wouldn’t hurt to indulge him. She put her arms around his neck and just as she almost touched his cheek, Spencer moved his face so her lips landed on his.
Taken by surprise, Kate said, “You devil.”
With a twinkle in his eye, Spencer said, “Yep, that’s me. The southern devil.”
Kate giggled. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
“Marry me and love me for the rest of my life?”
Kate sighed. She shook her head and left him standing there. She needed to make sure Sarah was ready to go.
After Spencer and Sarah left to help at John’s apartment, Kate drove to work. She was so relieved it was working out with Mrs. P and that Sarah seemed to be thriving in a different environment several hours a week. When some of her shifts required overnights, Jen would stay at Kate’s to sleep and be available for Sarah. Then in the morning, Jen would go to work like usual.
When Kate got to work, the office was abuzz. “What’s going on?” she asked Sergeant James, a friend of her and Spencer’s. In the break room, Sergeant James poured a fresh cup of coffee and after safely putting down the carafe, answered, “They’re asking for volunteers for early outs again for another round of cuts.” He looked worried. He stood an inch taller than Kate and drank almost as much coffee as Sergeant Thompson.
“I don’t know, but something around 7-8 percent across the board.”
Kate put her lunch in the fridge and walked slowly to her cube, her mind a whirl. She’d been too busy to pay any attention to the news. The economy took a downturn recently and the government was trying to cut corners, which meant shrinking the country’s protection–which never made sense to her. That’s the problem with a non-military president residing in the White House. Never a good thing in her book. Needless to say, she voted for the other guy.
The cutbacks could be her opportunity to get out early, but she’d still have to support her and Sarah somehow. What would she do if she got out now? Ideas floated through her mind, making it hard for her to concentrate on her reports to type up. She told herself to focus and get through this stack and then at lunch she could think about getting out. She didn’t have much to lose except her paycheck. She had enough money built in savings to last several months, and she didn’t have any bills but rent and food for her and Sarah. Then she remembered the monthly stipend for Sarah’s care. That would relieve the pressure of finding something for a while.
Until next time,