This is the second of a series of three new short stories. Image below from wikimedia , CC-SA 3.0. “I never want to have a job,” Sevi lamented, walking into the kitchen while staring at her tablet screen and almost bumping into me.
“I hope you never have to have one, unless you find something that so thrills your heart that you can hardly bear to wait to get up in the morning to get back at it,” I replied. I envisioned Seville growing up to be a scientist — she had the curiosity and the eye for detail, and the imagination and ability to visualize what most people couldn’t.
“You and Mom don’t have to work, and I don’t want to have to either.”
“I worked for a long time to earn my early retirement,” I replied. “And though your Mom’s family was rich enough she never had to do paid […]