“A joke, Eleanor! Well, that’s a great sign—you must be on the mend, then,” Bob said,
sounding relieved, either because of the joke or because I was getting better—or both, I supposed.
“I’ll be back on Monday, Bob,” I said. “I’m ready.” My voice was firm, confident.
“Great! And you’re sure it’s the right time? Och, that’s grand, Eleanor,” he said.
“I’ll look forward to seeing you on Monday, then.” I could tell he was being genuine because of all the warmth that was coming down the phone.
Your voice changes when you’re smiling, it alters the sound somehow.
“Thank you very much for being so understanding about all of... about everything, Bob,” I said, a lump forming in my throat.
Thank you for your support. I’ve been meaning to say... I’m sorry if I haven’t always been a very... enthusiastic employee over the years...
“Ach, away you go,” he said, and I could almost picture him shaking his head.
“The place wouldn’t be the same without you, Eleanor, it really wouldn’t. You’re an institution.”
I heard his mobile phone ringing. He tutted. “I’m so sorry, but I’ve got to get this, Eleanor—it’s a new client.
Now, you take care of yourself, and we’ll see you on Monday, right?” “Right,” I said.
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