She started college that fall at the state university, an hour away, studying engineering. She came home some weekends. Sometimes she’d stop by the warehouse to see her dad, and she’d come find me and steal my lunch.
Good luck tomorrow. If they ask you to get the moon, tell them it’s not in the budget.
I texted back: I’ll offer them north or west.
The new location in Westfield opened on the first Monday in December.
It looked unremarkable. A gray metal building in an industrial park, between a plumbing supply store and a place that sold restaurant equipment. A sign over the door that said PRYCE SUPPLY — WESTFIELD in blue letters.
I had six employees. One of them was Kyle. He’d asked to transfer. He said he wanted to learn from the “golden boy.” He smiled when he said it.
Sheldon came for the ribbon cutting. So did Marcus, Mrs. Oduya, Mom, Janelle, and Uncle Frank, who drove the mustard-colored Buick and parked it before the door like a guest of honor.
