The Littlest Boss. Janet Lee Nye

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      “But he’s not a big boy,” Lily said. “I’m six and I’m a big girl and he’s littler than me.” Her eyes were wide and sparkling. Tiana felt her own mouth spread into a smile. She gave her daughter a quick hug and booped her nose.

      “True,” she said. “But he’s really a toddler.”

      “Baby.”

      Tiana grinned and waved as Mickie climbed out of the car. “Mickie!”

      “Tee!”

      They met at the sidewalk and embraced. “It is so good to see you,” Tiana said as she stepped back to look Mickie up and down. “Pale skin. Bags under the eyes. Permanent worried look on the face. Yep. You are a full-fledged nursing student!”

      Mickie made a sound. Half laughter, half frustrated growl. “You are one hundred percent correct. Let me get little man out.”

      They laughed and chattered all the way back to the apartment. Lily took Ian off to her room so she could read to him. She was very proud of her reading skills. Tiana settled down on the couch next to Mickie. She hadn’t yet made many female friends here, so it was good to have a friendly face, even if only for a few hours.

      “How’s it going?” They both asked at the same time. Then laughed.

      “How’s school going?”

      “Good. It’s stressful, like you said. But I’m running fast as I can to stay ahead of it. And I was able to land a patient care tech job on the mother-baby unit. Not where I want to be, but I’ve got a job reference now and I’m in the hospital system. How are you?”

      “Feels like the first few months of nursing school all over again. But with patients and blood. I’m just now starting to feel like I’ve got a handle on it.”

      “But do you love it? Is the emergency department still where you want to be?”

      “Yeah. The chaos of it all can make me wonder if I’ve lost my mind, but it’s exciting. I’m never bored. It’s always a challenge.”

      “Good. I’m trying to really make myself take a good look at each of the specialties as we rotate through. I don’t want to be so focused on being a labor nurse that I miss an interest somewhere else.”

      Tiana nodded, remembering how it had been, being there, doing that, and not all that long ago. She looked up at Mickie and smiled. “That’s my girl,” she said.

      They both started speaking at once—eager to share their stories, compare notes, when the front door opened and Vivian walked in carrying what seemed like her own weight in grocery bags.

      “Mom!” Tiana scolded, getting up. “You should have called. I would have helped you carry those up.”

      Viv laughed. “No, girl. I’m the gold medal winner of carrying all the groceries inside in one trip.” She set the bags down and motioned at Mickie. “Come here, sweet girl, how are you doing?”

      “Perfect, thanks to your daughter. She got me completely ready for nursing school.”

      “Where’s that little boy of yours?”

      “In the bedroom with Lily,” Tiana said. She side-eyed Mickie. “Here’s where she completely forgets we’re in the house because she has babies to play with.”

      “Well, that leads me to my rude question,” Mickie said. “Would it be okay if Ian hangs out here for a while?”

      “Of course,” Vivian said automatically. “Long as you need.”

      “Thank you. I know it’s short notice, but this thing with my boyfriend, Josh, this afternoon. I didn’t know he’d be like this. Now that the time is near, he’s devastated. He needs my full support for this.”

      “What’s going on?” Tiana asked.

      Mickie glanced down the hallway, listening to Lily’s lilting voice as she read aloud to Ian. “He’s moving his mother’s body to another cemetery,” she said in a lowered voice.

      Vivian put a hand over her heart and turned a worried look at Mickie. “What’s up with this?”

      Mickie sighed. “His father abused his mother. When she tried to leave, he killed her and himself. Josh found out they were buried side by side and he wanted his mother moved away.”

      “Oh, honey,” Viv said, pulling Mickie into her arms. “I’ll be praying for you through this.”

      Tiana wrapped her arms around Mickie also. “We’re here for you. All of you.”

      “Thank you,” Mickie said, stepping back and wiping her face. “But there’s more.”

      “More than that?” Tiana asked.

      “A good more. Josh got a call from DeShawn. He’s working on putting together a project for a teacher he knows. He’s looking for people from disadvantaged backgrounds who’ve gone on to college and successful careers. He wants to put together a program for his students. I thought it sounded like something you’d be interested in doing.”

      Tiana narrowed her eyes. “DeShawn?”

      “Yeah, you remember him, right? From last summer?”

      Tiana got up off the couch and went to the kitchen. Dumping fresh ice into her water bottle, she shook her head and let out a breath. “Did he tell Josh that he saw me at the grocery store the other day?”

      Mickie stood. She walked over, closer to Tiana, and leaned against the kitchen countertop. “No,” she said. “Not that I’m aware of.”

      “Hmph,” Tiana snorted. The damn man would say anything. “Tell him I’m not interested.”

      “Really?” Mickie said. Her eyebrows went up and she pursed her lips, just slightly. Then her face relaxed. “I thought you would have liked that. You’re such a natural teacher.”

      “It’s not the project. It’s the man. Is he really doing this or is it a scam to get my phone number?”

      “I doubt it. DeShawn’s a good guy.”

      Tiana nodded and her eyes narrowed.

      “I’m sure he is, but I don’t have time for games.”

      Mickie frowned and pushed away from the counter. “What should I tell him then?”

      Tiana sighed, sucking in one corner of her lips and dropping her chin. She shook her head side to side once, then again. She picked a piece of lint off of her sleeve, examined it and then walked over to drop it in the trash can. “Give me his number,” she said. “And tell him I’ll think about it.”

      Mickie slipped her phone out, then swiped and scrolled a few times. Her brow knit and she bit her bottom lip. “Come on, come on, where are you?” She swept her finger across the screen. “Ah, okay. Here we go.” She grabbed the closest pencil and scribbled a number on the top of the calendar hanging on the wall. “Ugh,” СКАЧАТЬ