“I’ll say it again, I really appreciate you staying here with her. I know you’d probably rather go trick-or-treating.” He flipped through a well-used notepad, and began writing once he found a blank page.
“No, it’s okay, I’m just happy for the job.”
Mr. Macabe looked at her suddenly. “You keep that attitude, and you’ll go places.”
“Thank you Mr. Macabe” She set her backpack against the wall.
“Man, I sound so old when you call me that.” He mumbled to himself.
“Sorry, uh, Sir.” Jenny wasn’t sure if he meant that he didn’t want her to call him ‘Mr. Macabe,’ but just calling him Duncan would be disrespectful.
