Casey helped Sarah find a job at the school. It was in the office at an elementary school. Sarah couldn't have asked for anything better. And there was free daycare, her mother's services.
"See, he's one of us." Sarah mentioned Casey to her mother. "He's looking out for me."
"I wish I could say the same about who you're with." Her mother drug up Ezra as if he were the bay leaf she was taking out of the stew. Anyone who ate it, might be toxic. But in their house, it usually meant if the bay leaf was in your soup bowl, you did the dishes.
Sarah stared at her mother for the longest time, and finally asked. "What's that suppose to mean?" Sarah went on to explain to her that Ezra was working hard. The job at the library, the grocery store, and now he was helping out with the music at the old church.
Her mother rolled her eyes at that. As if Ezra was such a waste.
"What do you really see in him?" Her mother crossed her arms and looked at Sarah as the stew stewed a bit longer, even if she'd cut the heat.
"God, Mom, I don't want to do this with you. You have no right to even bring this up." Her mother hit a sensitive nerve with her. She was protective of Ezra, and her mother was not the most virtuous being on the planet, either. "What about my father? My real father? Did you see a lot of potential in him? Were you hoping to leave the man who raised me? What made you..so..so..materialistic?"
That hushed her mother up. She knew she would not speak of him. Perhaps, she'd been thinking the very thing that drew Sarah to Ezra. Sarah wanted him, and she wasn't thinking about his pay check or what his future looked like. It meant nothing to her in a bank account. Even still, there were bills to worry about.
"We'll be fine. And..and with your help." Sarah sighed. "We'll be OK."
It was quiet then as her mother served lunch.
"I could find someone else to take care of Jake." Sarah couldn't imagine who, but someone. Perhaps close to where she worked. "If..if its too much for you."
"You know I adore him. I want him here." She informed Sarah.
"Look, you don't even know Ezra." Sarah looked at that perturbed face of her mother's.
"He's nothing like Craig." She acted as if she thought of him fondly.
"Thank God." Sarah sighed. She buttered a roll then. How could her Mom even say his name? She bit into the roll as if she would not think of him.