Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs
PART 27
My bookkeeping business grew steadily enough that Lucia urged me to hire someone part-time.
The idea startled me.
I had spent so long being told I did not contribute anything that imagining myself as an employer seemed faintly ridiculous.
I interviewed a young woman named Hannah, recently returned to work after caring for her father.
She explained the gap in her résumé before I even asked, as though she expected to be rejected for it.
“I know four years is a long time,” she said.