I sat at my desk and tried to figure out what I wanted to say in the add for the classified section of the paper. My primary need was for a driver, since my eyesight was giving me problems, I didn't feel safe on the road anymore. I looked at what I had written.
Driver Wanted
Clean license,sometyping or computer skills a plus. Age or sex no factor.
$9.00 per hour to start. Call 352 566 3707.
Hell, that would have to do. I called it in to two papers.
Several days later the calls started coming in. I tried to screen them as best I could. I invited a few out and interviewed them. None of them was acceptable to me. I really didn't have any particular type of person in mind, but for it to work it would have to be someone I was comfortable with. I would be spending a lot of time in their company. I was thinking of calling an employment agency when I received a call from an interesting sounding young lady. I invited her for an interview. The next morning I opened the door and was astounded by the beauty of the girl standing before me. She was stunning, huge brown slightly slanted eyes, long brown hair with red tints. Her skin was a light beige color. She had a lovely smile. I invited her in. Her name was Kim Lee. We sat and talked and I liked what I heard, she was smart, witty, and fun to talk to. She was very poorly dressed and was wearing run down sneakers and little or no make-up. I asked if she would like something to drink and offered coffee, pop, or milk. She said she would love some milk. I fixed two glasses and as an afterthought picked up some cookies and put them on a plate. She gulped down the milk and swallowed two cookies quickly. I could see she wanted more but was afraid to take them. I had seen the look in her eyes when she saw the cookies. "When did you eat last, young lady?" I asked. She looked at me and said she was sorry she had been rude. I said, "Please answer my question, I can fix you something if you are hungry. She started crying and I couldn't stand to see her sob. "Please, girl, talk to me. I won't hurt you."
She sobbed and said she hadn't eaten in three days. I jumped up and quickly opened a can of chicken noodle soup and put in a bowl and zapped it in the microwave and gave it to her. "Please don't eat too fast and make your self sick. Are you down on your luck?"
She ate the soup slowly. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and smiled little. She nodded her head and said, "I am about to be kicked out of my apartment, I have no where to take my little boy. He has been sick and the bills ate up all my savings and I couldn't work while he was sick. I am desperate for a job. I won't sell my body, I will die first. I used my last gas to get here. I don't know what to do."
I looked at her, "Can you work on a computer, do you have a clean driving record, can you travel if you have a child?"
She looked at me and I saw a steely determination in her eyes, "Yes I can do all of those things. I can do word processing, I can make arrangements to travel if it is not for too long."
"Ok, you are hired. I will advance you a weeks pay now. If I do will you show up tomorrow?"
"YES, oh! Yes I will not let you down. Let me give you my driver's license number and my cell phone number. I will have to work out something about child care and find a motel for tonight. Are there any near here?"
"Not that I know about, listen I am all alone in this big house, let me show you something. Come with me. See this suite of rooms, bedroom, bathroom and small parlor. I can rent them to you for a small amount if you will help care for the house too."
She looked at me and started crying. "Why would you do that for me?"
"Because I need help, I have a maid who comes in three times a week, but I still spend too much time messing around with house work. I am going to work the hell out of you. And probably put your boy to work too."
She just sat on the bed and looked at me. "I won't let you down. Can I go get him now?"
"Sure, why not? Let me give you some money. Let's see, mmmm, here is $360.00. We will have to work out the pay versus rent later, OK?"
She jumped up and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Thank you, thank you, how can I ever repay you?"
"Humphf! Just work hard, that's all I want."
In about three hours she was back. She brought her son to meet me. He was a bright, happy child, lighter skinned than his mother and with blond hair. She said "Jason, go give Mr. Alan a hug, then shake his hand and tell him you are glad to meet him."
She started carrying her belongings into the house. They were pretty meager. Her wardrobe was in three plastic shopping bags. He had more clothes than she did. She watched him like a hawk, actually he was exceptionally well behaved, I thought. She had bought some groceries and she wanted to know if they could use some of the refrigerator space. "Dear girl, use all you want, I don't cook much just for myself. I order from the restaurant down the road a ways."
She smiled at me, "I love to cook, I will cook for all of us if you want. I got meat for a meatloaf for tonight if you would like to join us."
"Why thank you very much, are you sure you have enough? Use anything you want out of the refrigerator, freezer and pantry. I have a lot of stuff that will just go bad if it isn't used."
After a very tasty meal she put Jerry, her son, to bed. I asked her to come out and talk with me for a while. I explained that I was a writer and we would have to go to book signings and cocktail parties. I would take her shopping in a day or two after she was settled in a little. I would buy her a whole new wardrobe suitable for these occasions. We would write the clothes off as a business expense. "You are kidding me. I haven't had any thing new in years. I do without so Jerry has what he needs."