““Rose walks out of the warehouse and gets into the passenger seat. ‘You’re avoiding me,’ she says. ‘I’m avoiding myself,’ I tell her. ‘I’m sorry. About before.’ ‘Me too,’ she says, and takes a breath. ‘So I called Gran. She suggested the value of compromise.’ ‘Translated: she said you’re stubborn and you might try listening to other people once in a while?’ ‘That’s quite close to how the conversation went, yes. I’d do anything for you,’ she says. ‘Even call my mother.’ She shifts around so she’s facing me. ‘Want some good news?’ ‘I would really love some good news.’ ‘I think I might have found you a job cleaning at the hospital.’ ‘We’re in some serious fucking trouble if that’s the good news,’ I say. ‘Don’t swear. Gran’ll think you got it from me.’ ‘We’ll blame Henry. For a guy with a wide vocabulary, he leans heavily on the word shit.’ I say. ‘Don’t think I’m not appreciative of the cleaning job, but I’ve decided to work at the bookstore.’ ‘This is why I don’t have kids,’ she says, getting out of the car””
