how she took me in when I was a kid, back when things fell apart with my parents. Anyway, Grandma sold her little house over on Vermont Street in order to help me with my masterâs program, and I really felt like I needed that extra degree to land a good job in hotel management. So when she suggested I come back here to live and work for a while, well, it was hard to turn her down.â
âYou felt like you owed her?â
âSort of. I was concerned about her being alone too. I could tell she was depressed. And really, Iâm all she has.â
âThatâs understandable.â Marley nodded sympathetically. âVery generous on your part, Anna.â She reached over and patted Annaâs hand. âBut youâve always been kind and thoughtful like that. Setting aside your dreams to help your grandmother, well, I get that. Sheâs a sweet lady. Howâs she doing now?â
âSheâs doing great. Sheâs actually made a lot of friends at her apartment complex. There are lots of retired singles living there. She plays bridge and bunco, and takes tai chi classes, belongs to a book club as well as a theater group. Sheâs really made a great adjustment.â Anna laughed. âTo be honest, my grandmotherâs social life is way busier than mine.â
âSo why are you still there?â Marley looked puzzled. âAnd still at the Value Lodge?â
Anna explained about needing managerial experience, and about how sheâd been able to pay back her student loans. âIt seemed to make sense at the time. I figured Iâd give it a year. . . and then it turned into a second year.â She sighed. âSharon and Rich Morgan own the motel, and theyâd been friends with my grandparents for years, and I sort of thought I was going to have a more active role. They gave me the impression they were going to make some big improvements, and that was kind of exciting.â Anna frowned. âBut it hasnât really panned out.â
âBack to my question.â Marley leaned forward. âWhy are you still there?â
Anna pressed her lips tightly together, slowly shaking her head. âI honestly donât know.â As Kellie Jo set their drinks down on the table, Anna let out a long, sad sigh. Seriously, why was she still here?
âLook, Anna, I really donât like telling people what to doâwell, unless itâs a stubborn middle-school student who needs a swift kick in the behind.â Marley took a sip of her soda. âBut you seem stuck to me.â
Anna just nodded. âI know.â
âHave you talked about this with your grandmother? Told her how you feel?â
âShe thinks Iâm lucky to have a job. She hears all these stories about twentysomethings whoâve finished college but just canât seem to launch their careers. Sheâs worried thatâs going to be me.â
âBut youâre not like that, Anna. Youâve got initiative,â Marley assured her. âYou want to go places. You have drive.â
âDo I?â Anna really wasnât so sure anymore. She watched as Kellie Jo arrived with their orders, smiling and making pleasant small talk as she efficiently arranged their food on the table. It seemed like Kellie Jo had more initiative and drive than Anna. The truth was that in the last year, Anna had begun to feel as if she were settling. Like she just didnâtcare anymore. As much as that bothered her, she didnât really know what to do about it.
âYou used to be such a dreamer. You wanted more,â Marley said quietly after Kellie Jo had left. âI canât believe youâve changed that much.â
âDo you think working at the Value Lodge has impaired my reasoning skills?â Anna asked meekly. âLike thereâs something in the air there, or the water? Something thatâs messing with my brain, killing my ambition?â
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