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I worked with her for seven years; a pearls and chiffon kinda gal, with matching cardigans all with grosgrain collars. Her hairstyle never varied, and never a hair out of place; whereas mine is a crazy curly mass that won’t be tamed, and could easily turn to dreads given a week without touching.
She comes from old southern money, which I hear is the best kind, as she never tired of boasting about it. Our sons are the same age and that’s about the only commonality we had; though hers was on various sports teams and drove a new Mercedes, and struggles with his grades, while mine is a musician, drives a seven year old truck and is in all advanced placement or honors courses.
She decided she didn’t want to work anymore, as her husband agreed to give her an allowance instead, and her time could be her own. On her last day she came into my office with a little something she picked up for me and told me as she handed it to me, “I hope you won’t be offended,” which immediately validated the dig in which it was meant, and taken.
It now sits on the corner of my mirror and reminds me daily, that being a free spirit and true to ones self is absolutely priceless, can’t be bought, and worth more than all the old southern money in the world. ~ jill