The next Monday, while I was having “lunch” with Buzz at nine in the morning, Ry joined us in the break room and sat at our table. “I hear you’re leaving,” he began, his facial expression blank.
“Yes, sir,” was my only response as I enjoyed scrambled eggs, bacon and hash browns from the breakfast bar. I’d also been greedy enough to grab one of those small zucchini bread loaves from the bakery. I guess impending life changes made me ravenous.
“Care to tell me why?” he asked, completely ignoring the fact that Buzz was sitting next to me, all agog.
“Not that I have to, but if you really want to know, I’m going back to school for my Masters of Library Science. I’ve been offered a teaching assistant position that will help pay for the cost, but I still need to work outside of that to help wi
