A Slice of Blueberry Pie Broke Eight Years of My Son’s Silence
“The board voted on it this morning during an emergency conference call,” Helen said.
She slid one sheet of letterhead across the laminate table.
“They want you to take thirty days off, starting right now,” she said.
I looked down at the page.
My name was typed at the top next to the date.
“Zane has no say over my job,” I said.
“The board was worried about a public disturbance in the building,” Helen said quietly.
“They thought this was best for everybody.”