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Authors: Q.M. Watson
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Josh. I get it. I fucked up, and I’m really sorry.”
He exhales and takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, December. I needed to get through to you, and I figured me being a hardass was the way to go. Our friendship means so much to me. I’m not willing to let it go so easily. I will fight for it.”
“There’s no need. You have me.”
“Not yet,” he says quietly. “Can we have dinner tonight? I need to see you.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Okay. I’ll call you. Hope the rest of your day goes well.”
“Yeah. You, too.”
“See you tonight, December. Later.”
“Later.”
Disconnecting, I go over my schedule for today, which includes ordering more feed for all the animals, cleaning out pens and cages, exercising the sea lions, and helping the Wilsons with Sunflower, our pregnant Siberian tiger. Being a zookeeper is challenging, but I love my job. I love these animals.
After ordering the feed, I naturally go to the coolest thing I get to do. I knock on Mr. and Mrs. Wilson’s joined office. They own the Lazy Ville Sanctuary, and they are the primary vets and trainers here. They’re also the most awesome, most down-to-earth bosses ever. “Come on in.”
“It’s me,” I say, pushing through the door.
They both have their heads in stacks of folders. “Ah, my beautiful December,” Mrs. Wilson greets, smiling warmly.
“Sweet December,” Mr. Wilson says, glancing up from a folder. “You must be ready to see Sunflower.”
“You all know me so well,” I tease.
“Yes, we do.”
They’ve known me since I was a child. I’ve been coming to this zoo since I was six, and I told them that I would grow up to work here one day. Here I am sixteen years later. Dreams do come true.
We exchange small talk as we make our way to Sunflower’s enclosure. I’m excited while Mr. and Mrs. Wilson are calm and I bounce between them like a kid high off candy.
Sunflower is lounging in her manmade wooden hut when we arrive. She gets up and yawns, stretching from her front paws to the tip of her tail like a big kitty and then she prances down the planks to greet us all with ardent head rubs up against our legs. We’ve had her since she was a cub, but I’m still awestruck at how beautifully powerful Sunflower is. She’s solid muscle underneath a silky coat. I can never forget that Sunflower isn’t a household cat. She’s a wild huntress with eyes as old as the universe.
Mrs. Wilson gives Sunflower a command to lie down. Mr. Wilson pulls out his stethoscope from his lab coat and begins to check her vitals. I kneel next to him and talk their heads off. They both listen good-naturedly to my insanity. I tell them Danny is back and how peeved Josh is at me while Mr. Wilson tells me how to touch and what to touch on Sunflower. Mrs. Wilson rubs Sunflower’s shiny fur and tells me not to settle for anything. Mr. Wilson makes a gruff comment on how he’d hate to bring his black belt out from retirement and put it to use on both Danny and Josh. I would hate that as well, but only for Danny and Josh’s sakes. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson are the fittest sixty-year-olds I’ve ever known. They both have abs of steel and various degrees in kick ass.
I smile at my bosses who treat me like their daughter instead of an employee. They don’t have children, and I’ve become like their adopted daughter.
My day is getting better.
***
“What the hell happened on the fourth?”
Gray’s bright golden eyes lift to mine, and he stares at me, his expression confused. “Your birthday?”
“Yeah,” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes “But I’m referring to that night, genius. What happened?”
He takes a bite of his stuffed burrito and laughs, fried beans and rice falling out of his packed mouth. I can honestly say I wouldn’t mind leaping over the table to choke him in front of every Taco Bell customer and employee. “If you can’t remember what you did, then it’s time to put the bottle down. I don’t get
He exhales and takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, December. I needed to get through to you, and I figured me being a hardass was the way to go. Our friendship means so much to me. I’m not willing to let it go so easily. I will fight for it.”
“There’s no need. You have me.”
“Not yet,” he says quietly. “Can we have dinner tonight? I need to see you.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Okay. I’ll call you. Hope the rest of your day goes well.”
“Yeah. You, too.”
“See you tonight, December. Later.”
“Later.”
Disconnecting, I go over my schedule for today, which includes ordering more feed for all the animals, cleaning out pens and cages, exercising the sea lions, and helping the Wilsons with Sunflower, our pregnant Siberian tiger. Being a zookeeper is challenging, but I love my job. I love these animals.
After ordering the feed, I naturally go to the coolest thing I get to do. I knock on Mr. and Mrs. Wilson’s joined office. They own the Lazy Ville Sanctuary, and they are the primary vets and trainers here. They’re also the most awesome, most down-to-earth bosses ever. “Come on in.”
“It’s me,” I say, pushing through the door.
They both have their heads in stacks of folders. “Ah, my beautiful December,” Mrs. Wilson greets, smiling warmly.
“Sweet December,” Mr. Wilson says, glancing up from a folder. “You must be ready to see Sunflower.”
“You all know me so well,” I tease.
“Yes, we do.”
They’ve known me since I was a child. I’ve been coming to this zoo since I was six, and I told them that I would grow up to work here one day. Here I am sixteen years later. Dreams do come true.
We exchange small talk as we make our way to Sunflower’s enclosure. I’m excited while Mr. and Mrs. Wilson are calm and I bounce between them like a kid high off candy.
Sunflower is lounging in her manmade wooden hut when we arrive. She gets up and yawns, stretching from her front paws to the tip of her tail like a big kitty and then she prances down the planks to greet us all with ardent head rubs up against our legs. We’ve had her since she was a cub, but I’m still awestruck at how beautifully powerful Sunflower is. She’s solid muscle underneath a silky coat. I can never forget that Sunflower isn’t a household cat. She’s a wild huntress with eyes as old as the universe.
Mrs. Wilson gives Sunflower a command to lie down. Mr. Wilson pulls out his stethoscope from his lab coat and begins to check her vitals. I kneel next to him and talk their heads off. They both listen good-naturedly to my insanity. I tell them Danny is back and how peeved Josh is at me while Mr. Wilson tells me how to touch and what to touch on Sunflower. Mrs. Wilson rubs Sunflower’s shiny fur and tells me not to settle for anything. Mr. Wilson makes a gruff comment on how he’d hate to bring his black belt out from retirement and put it to use on both Danny and Josh. I would hate that as well, but only for Danny and Josh’s sakes. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson are the fittest sixty-year-olds I’ve ever known. They both have abs of steel and various degrees in kick ass.
I smile at my bosses who treat me like their daughter instead of an employee. They don’t have children, and I’ve become like their adopted daughter.
My day is getting better.
***
“What the hell happened on the fourth?”
Gray’s bright golden eyes lift to mine, and he stares at me, his expression confused. “Your birthday?”
“Yeah,” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes “But I’m referring to that night, genius. What happened?”
He takes a bite of his stuffed burrito and laughs, fried beans and rice falling out of his packed mouth. I can honestly say I wouldn’t mind leaping over the table to choke him in front of every Taco Bell customer and employee. “If you can’t remember what you did, then it’s time to put the bottle down. I don’t get
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