He was watching me.
“And then I’ll decide whether Oregon deserves a conversation.”
For Once, He Didn’t Try to Steer It
“Okay, Chels.”
“Good. Because my life is part of this discussion. It’s not a logistics problem that comes after the decision.”
He nodded and took a pillow and went down the hall.
What I Actually Do
I should say this, because it matters to everything that came after.
I run an event planning business. I started it out of our dining room when Olive was two, and eight years later I have a client list, a booked calendar, four vendors I trust with my life, and a reputation in a metro area of two million people that took me most of a decade to build.
Ben has never once said that isn’t a real job.
He also has never once, in four months of applications and interviews and negotiations, factored it into a single sentence.
By Noon the Next Day, I Called Him
