The Key to My New Job

It is the first day at my new job. At the end of the day my coworker gives me a key and says he knows the boss wanted me to have a key but the boss would probably be mad that he (the coworker) had gone ahead and copied the key himself. I suggest that maybe the boss will be grateful that he (the coworker) took initiative. The boss walks in having heard the end of the conversation. He doesn’t seem mad. I leave with a trash bag full of my stuff. I know that buried somewhere in the bottom of the bag is another key in a special lock box. This key is for something different than the key that my coworker gave me which was for the front door. I go to the house where I am doing a home stay with a family for the duration of this job. The wife, a Black woman, is cooking dinner and she shuts the door between the kitchen and the room I am in with one of her kids. I am resting on a couch or day bed. When she shuts the door to the kitchen suddenly there is quiet and I feel relaxed and relieved to be able to rest after a big first day at my new job.

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© Genevieve Camp, Anima Animus, magazine collage, 5” x 8”