“He had sat around the house he shared with his brother’s family while Mike got ready to go. Coming? Mike had asked, and Joe had said, not yet, I think I'll just wake up a bit. But he was already awake. On Monday morning, Joe sat around the house and drank his way through an entire pot of coffee. He was reluctant to depart. There was no reason why he should go in anyway. There was really nothing on his desk that couldn't wait. There were many days like this, but he knew he would feel guilty ...if he didn’t show up, even though he didn't have anything to do. His father had always gone to work, always on time, and never missed a day. His father had lived for DeBarrie's. After his wife had died, there was nothing else for him. I don't have to live like that. Joe thought, I could do something else entirely, but memories of his short teaching career flooded into his mind. No, he thought I can’t do anything else. When Joe came back to the store, after his abrupt departure from the university he'd locked himself into a pattern that he couldn't seem to break.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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