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six.” Gillian’s voice was soft.
“And is it working out with the au pair? Do the children like her?”
Gillian nodded, her eyes sparkling “They love her. She’s very down to earth and has a hilarious sense of humor. I wouldn’t know what to do without her.” Gillian broke the eye contact and concentrated on her food.
So, is this another line drawn? There were a thousand things Sam wanted to ask. Where was Gillian’s significant other? Why did they move? Why had she chosen Sam the first night they had met? Keep calm. Safe questions. I need a safe question. “And what about pets. Is there a cat or a dog in the picture?”
Gillian chuckled. “No. Angela would love to have a dog. But Michael is allergic.”
“Oh, I bet that goes over well with his sister.”
Gillian rolled her eyes. “Very true. It took a while before she stopped blaming him for not being allowed a dog.”
“Yeah. My sister and I had the same problem.”
“You have a sister?”
Sam nodded. “Do you have siblings?”
“No. Not that I know of.”
Sam frowned. That was a strange answer.
“So, you never told me how your day was.” Gillian leaned forward.
Sam hated first dates. Two strangers meeting, asking questions while trying not to cross invisible borders. Technically they weren’t strangers anymore but talking about orgasms and sex toys might not be the right thing to do for tonight. “Well, I think my day was not as interesting as yours. Work mainly.”
“What sort of work do you do?”
“I’m a handyman. Or maybe we better call it handywoman. I paint apartments, repair things, and sometimes even build smaller furniture. Stuff like that.”
“Wow. So if something is broken you can repair it?”
“Sometimes. No electrical stuff though.” Sam grinned.
“Do you like your job?”
“I do. Most of the time. Some clients suck. But most are nice. And we have some elderly clients and they really appreciate that they can rely on us to help them in their homes.” Sam laid her fork down. “And that is the kind of work that is satisfying. Not only to repair something or paint something. But to know that I’m making a difference in someone’s life.” She bit on her lower lip. Saying it out loud like that sounded lame.
“I think it is amazing to hear that you love that part of your job. I always thought that working should be about more than just money. It does make a difference if you love what you do and see a meaning in your job, right?” Her tone was almost wistful.
Sam nodded. “I agree. It’s not easy figuring out what you want to do with the rest of your life when you leave school. But later in life…I think it’s important to find out who you are and what you want to do. Life is too short to just try to please others or listen to others.”
A shadow fell over Gillian’s face. “I agree. Though following that rule is not always easy.”
“No, it isn’t.”
They stared into each other’s eyes. Gillian was the one to break the silence. “So, what do you like to do in your spare time?”
“I play the guitar. Nothing fancy. Just for my pleasure. I like to read. And I love to spend time with my niece.”
An intense gaze met Sam’s. “That sounds pretty down to earth.”
Sam ran a finger over the foot of her glass. “Yes, I think my wild days are over.”
Gillian wiggled her eyebrows. “Wild days?”
Sam snorted. “No. No way I’m talking about those tonight. So, what do you do for a living Gillian?”
Gillian’s brow furrowed. “I don’t…well, I take care of the kids and the house and stuff like that. But I don’t work. Like in an office or so.”
Sam was just about to ask Gillian another question when someone knocked on the door and, without waiting for an invitation, entered. “ Buona sera. Buona sera , Sam. Good to see you.”
Sam groaned inwardly. She loved Luca to bits. He was a great guy and something of a father figure. But she had explicitly asked him to leave them alone
“And is it working out with the au pair? Do the children like her?”
Gillian nodded, her eyes sparkling “They love her. She’s very down to earth and has a hilarious sense of humor. I wouldn’t know what to do without her.” Gillian broke the eye contact and concentrated on her food.
So, is this another line drawn? There were a thousand things Sam wanted to ask. Where was Gillian’s significant other? Why did they move? Why had she chosen Sam the first night they had met? Keep calm. Safe questions. I need a safe question. “And what about pets. Is there a cat or a dog in the picture?”
Gillian chuckled. “No. Angela would love to have a dog. But Michael is allergic.”
“Oh, I bet that goes over well with his sister.”
Gillian rolled her eyes. “Very true. It took a while before she stopped blaming him for not being allowed a dog.”
“Yeah. My sister and I had the same problem.”
“You have a sister?”
Sam nodded. “Do you have siblings?”
“No. Not that I know of.”
Sam frowned. That was a strange answer.
“So, you never told me how your day was.” Gillian leaned forward.
Sam hated first dates. Two strangers meeting, asking questions while trying not to cross invisible borders. Technically they weren’t strangers anymore but talking about orgasms and sex toys might not be the right thing to do for tonight. “Well, I think my day was not as interesting as yours. Work mainly.”
“What sort of work do you do?”
“I’m a handyman. Or maybe we better call it handywoman. I paint apartments, repair things, and sometimes even build smaller furniture. Stuff like that.”
“Wow. So if something is broken you can repair it?”
“Sometimes. No electrical stuff though.” Sam grinned.
“Do you like your job?”
“I do. Most of the time. Some clients suck. But most are nice. And we have some elderly clients and they really appreciate that they can rely on us to help them in their homes.” Sam laid her fork down. “And that is the kind of work that is satisfying. Not only to repair something or paint something. But to know that I’m making a difference in someone’s life.” She bit on her lower lip. Saying it out loud like that sounded lame.
“I think it is amazing to hear that you love that part of your job. I always thought that working should be about more than just money. It does make a difference if you love what you do and see a meaning in your job, right?” Her tone was almost wistful.
Sam nodded. “I agree. It’s not easy figuring out what you want to do with the rest of your life when you leave school. But later in life…I think it’s important to find out who you are and what you want to do. Life is too short to just try to please others or listen to others.”
A shadow fell over Gillian’s face. “I agree. Though following that rule is not always easy.”
“No, it isn’t.”
They stared into each other’s eyes. Gillian was the one to break the silence. “So, what do you like to do in your spare time?”
“I play the guitar. Nothing fancy. Just for my pleasure. I like to read. And I love to spend time with my niece.”
An intense gaze met Sam’s. “That sounds pretty down to earth.”
Sam ran a finger over the foot of her glass. “Yes, I think my wild days are over.”
Gillian wiggled her eyebrows. “Wild days?”
Sam snorted. “No. No way I’m talking about those tonight. So, what do you do for a living Gillian?”
Gillian’s brow furrowed. “I don’t…well, I take care of the kids and the house and stuff like that. But I don’t work. Like in an office or so.”
Sam was just about to ask Gillian another question when someone knocked on the door and, without waiting for an invitation, entered. “ Buona sera. Buona sera , Sam. Good to see you.”
Sam groaned inwardly. She loved Luca to bits. He was a great guy and something of a father figure. But she had explicitly asked him to leave them alone
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