interview (not a really common occurrence these days, but it happened), she would try to put them off until later in the afternoon or another day. Nothing wrong with giving the M Agency one day , she rationalized.
By the time she’d finished with her shower and puttered on the computer for a while it had gotten to be after midnight, and her hair was dry enough that she felt she could go to bed without causing it to twist into undesirable shapes by the next morning.
Yawning, Lex settled in next to Kurt and cuddled into him. He moved slightly in his sleep, pressing up against her. She felt a heavy weariness settle over her, and fell asleep in moments.
She sat on a big rock overlooking a rushing river, the uneven surface rough against her hands as she leaned back. She could hear the dim pounding of a vast waterfall in the near distance and could even taste it in the tiny, clean breeze that blew by. The day looked slightly overcast and chilly, but she felt a great sense of peace seeing the water running by, the little bit of sun casting a glow over everything and the dark tree branches brought out against the sky by their lack of leaves.
She knew where she was, having dreamed like this before, and she smiled as she turned to her right. “Uncle Joe,” she said with a smile, as if she hadn’t been sitting here with him the whole time.
The spare man beside her smiled gently in reply. Her uncle was a writer, an excellent one, and she had always admired him. She’d gone to visit him in Buffalo, NY, years ago, and they sat now as they had many times before in her dreams, watching the river and talking. He would sit there in his plain, durable clothes looking a lot like a farmer, gazing up at the trees, listening intently to what she said, and asking questions that made her think further. She loved these dreams more than any other she had.
Since she knew it was a dream, she explained to him what had gone on that day at the interview, leaving nothing out as she watched the water, throwing the occasional rough pebble into the river. He nodded, listening patiently and hearing out what she wanted to say.
When she finally finished, she looked at her uncle, trying to read his reaction. “So, what do you think?” she asked.
Her uncle laughed softly as he turned to look at her. “The question is, what do you think? How did you like this place? Do you think you could be happy doing that type of work? How about the people you’d be working with?”
He paused for a moment, looking at the trees overhead before continuing. “One of the things you may want to think about is the fact that when you start something new like this, it will change your life.”
She’d thrown a puzzled look his way at that, so he turned to look at her as he went on. “It doesn’t necessarily mean the changes will be huge, but they may be. You’ll gain new relationships and may even lose some old ones. The differences may be large or small, for the better or not, but our actions have repercussions way beyond what we can see.”
She sat quietly for a while, trying to soak in what he’d said and trying to ignore the little chill that slid down her spine. “I’m not sure I follow exactly,” she eventually replied. “It’s just a new job, isn’t it?”
Her uncle smiled at her again. “Is it?” he asked. After a pause, he added, “Try to give it as much thought as you can. Just because they’re in a hurry doesn’t mean you have to be.”
“What do you think I should tell them?” she asked, trying to cut to the point, feeling that her time with her uncle was growing short.
He looked her in the eye. “I can only tell you what I would say, from my perspective. That wouldn’t help you make your decision, since there are things you want that I probably don’t even know about.”
She tried to ask more, but her uncle’s voice trailed off then, mixing with the splashing rush of the river and the distant roar of the waterfall. The scene faded
By the time she’d finished with her shower and puttered on the computer for a while it had gotten to be after midnight, and her hair was dry enough that she felt she could go to bed without causing it to twist into undesirable shapes by the next morning.
Yawning, Lex settled in next to Kurt and cuddled into him. He moved slightly in his sleep, pressing up against her. She felt a heavy weariness settle over her, and fell asleep in moments.
She sat on a big rock overlooking a rushing river, the uneven surface rough against her hands as she leaned back. She could hear the dim pounding of a vast waterfall in the near distance and could even taste it in the tiny, clean breeze that blew by. The day looked slightly overcast and chilly, but she felt a great sense of peace seeing the water running by, the little bit of sun casting a glow over everything and the dark tree branches brought out against the sky by their lack of leaves.
She knew where she was, having dreamed like this before, and she smiled as she turned to her right. “Uncle Joe,” she said with a smile, as if she hadn’t been sitting here with him the whole time.
The spare man beside her smiled gently in reply. Her uncle was a writer, an excellent one, and she had always admired him. She’d gone to visit him in Buffalo, NY, years ago, and they sat now as they had many times before in her dreams, watching the river and talking. He would sit there in his plain, durable clothes looking a lot like a farmer, gazing up at the trees, listening intently to what she said, and asking questions that made her think further. She loved these dreams more than any other she had.
Since she knew it was a dream, she explained to him what had gone on that day at the interview, leaving nothing out as she watched the water, throwing the occasional rough pebble into the river. He nodded, listening patiently and hearing out what she wanted to say.
When she finally finished, she looked at her uncle, trying to read his reaction. “So, what do you think?” she asked.
Her uncle laughed softly as he turned to look at her. “The question is, what do you think? How did you like this place? Do you think you could be happy doing that type of work? How about the people you’d be working with?”
He paused for a moment, looking at the trees overhead before continuing. “One of the things you may want to think about is the fact that when you start something new like this, it will change your life.”
She’d thrown a puzzled look his way at that, so he turned to look at her as he went on. “It doesn’t necessarily mean the changes will be huge, but they may be. You’ll gain new relationships and may even lose some old ones. The differences may be large or small, for the better or not, but our actions have repercussions way beyond what we can see.”
She sat quietly for a while, trying to soak in what he’d said and trying to ignore the little chill that slid down her spine. “I’m not sure I follow exactly,” she eventually replied. “It’s just a new job, isn’t it?”
Her uncle smiled at her again. “Is it?” he asked. After a pause, he added, “Try to give it as much thought as you can. Just because they’re in a hurry doesn’t mean you have to be.”
“What do you think I should tell them?” she asked, trying to cut to the point, feeling that her time with her uncle was growing short.
He looked her in the eye. “I can only tell you what I would say, from my perspective. That wouldn’t help you make your decision, since there are things you want that I probably don’t even know about.”
She tried to ask more, but her uncle’s voice trailed off then, mixing with the splashing rush of the river and the distant roar of the waterfall. The scene faded
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