I had been dreading Musette’s call but am instantly relieved once it finally arrives. Her tone is soft and soothing. She just hopes that I am okay.
“I mean, I’m as good as I can be, I guess.”
I tell her the story. It’s becoming so diluted now… My main goal here, with Musette, is to project the essence that I did nothing wrong, that the matter was totally out of my hands, that there was absolutely nothing I could do, but that I did everything I possibly could.
“How can they do that to you? Just fire you like that?”
“Believe me, babe, I do not know. I do not know. It came totally out of left field. It’s Lisa! That bitch had it out for me. All the managers. Conspiring! I fit in perfectly with the workers. And the thing is babe, there was absolutely no warning!”
She says that we’ll be okay. That we can make it.
“They don’t deserve you. I know that you’re a good worker, babe. You keep your head held high and walk proud. You were done an injustice. There’s no reason to beat yourself up over that. They’re the ones who lose in this situation. I don’t want you working for anybody like that anyways. We’re in New York. There are plenty of places to find work here. When you’re ready we’ll get you another job. For right now, I’m the bread winner again and you’re the stay at home dad. You be with Charlo. He will help you and he will be so happy to see you and be with you everyday. I’m proud of you for working there as long as you did. I love you and I will see you soon. You’re a good kid.”