“Are you ready to request a wish?”
“I wish for you to research options for what happens next in my life.”
“Shall I report back this evening?”
“Tomorrow will be soon enough.”
“Then I shall retire for the day.”
I nodded and watched him disappear into the lantern, happy that this screw-up was on its way to being solved.
It was strange how choosing a college had gone for me and my friends. Kimberley and Lacey had both made hard decisions about college, but it had finally worked out for them. I’d had an easy time with my choice, then I’d let it slip through my fingers.
I had a good reason, though.
No, wait. I’d been using grief as a crutch. A not-good reason.
If my friends had been doing the same thing, I would’ve pointed out to them how the crutch kept them handicapped. Once it was gone, they would be forced to move on their own again.
Instead, I was clinging to my crutch, afraid that, without it, I would sit where I fell.
I needed Kimberley and Lacey to urge me forward. To tickle my conscience. Now I’d pushed them away, which meant I’d have to be the one to say sorry first. And apologies had never been one of my strengths.
Status Report #17
Monday’s Wish: Research for next life stage
Dear Boss,
Sara has become indecisive over the vitally important issue of college. She is adrift about where or if she’ll attend university. She isn’t sure what subjects interest her and can’t articulate what potential careers to consider.
Even more alarming, she may soon be without a home. Fortunately, her parents have the kind of financial resources to repair the problem, if only they knew of her predicament.
My mistress would rather observe her life than participate. She views her future and her recent past with detachment.
I shall ponder how to react.
Regards,
Grant
Monday, 6 July
Dear Camarin,
Sara has put her academic status at Piedmont College in jeopardy. Her wish today has been for me to research her options. What I’ve discovered is that it will be easier to restore her status than she might imagine.
However, I’m reluctant to see her go to Piedmont. She seemed so happy as she considered how vast the possibilities were. Would it be wrong of me to voice an opinion—or might I be overreaching?
She had sharp words today with Kimberley and Lacey. If I suggest that she offer an apology, she is likely to rebel on principle. As I see no good way to push through this impasse, I welcome your advice.
Thank you for your help. It has been a great relief to know that I can turn to you.
Best,
Grant
Monday, 6 July
