Adoption Days

One day a few weeks later, I met my boss' daughter, Allison. She was a freshman in college, busy in. the study of chemistry, a field I would have never considered venturing into. I would be afraid I'd mix the wrong ingredients and blow up something. My high school chemistry teacher probably still tells his students the story of how I somehow accidentally caused a fire in the chemistry lab. I will never tell the story myself, as I am. still trying to forget it.

I admire Allison for going into a field I'd never dare try. She sounded pretty smart from all I'd heard about her from my boss. But she rarely stopped by. To be honest, I don't think I ever saw her drop by until today.

I guess she had an important mission: to ask her father for money.

I noted that Allison could plead her case very well.

I was jealous of her talent. My father would rarely give anything in response to my pleas. But she came out of his office with a couple of twenties, and a big smile.

"Thanks, Dad," she said, on the way out of his office.

He said Allison told him it was for college textbooks.

I think she just wanted new clothes. I don't know how, but I just knew.

"Got a man you want to impress?" I asked quietly as she passed my desk.

"How did you know?" she asked, seemingly surprised at my instinct, but apparently not annoyed by it.