building and Jane got caught up on news from the home front. She had already decided she was not going to ask Corrie how the party two nights before she left had turned out, the one Corrie had been invited to and she hadn’t.
They were eating ice cream and studying the trophy fish mounted on the walls when Jesse came into the room. Seeing the girls, he stopped and took the broom he was carrying off his shoulder. “Oh, sorry,” he said. “Didn’t know there was anyone here.”
“It’s okay, isn’t it?” Jane asked. “We were just looking around, waiting for my grandmother.”
“No problem. My dad asked me to sweep the floor, is all. We had a bingo in here last night.” He was staring at Corrie.
“Oh, Jess,” said Jane quickly. “This is my friend, Corrie Ottley, from home. Corrie, this is Jess Howard. He lives here.”
Corrie tucked a long strand of hair back behind her ear and turned on her brightest smile. “Hi, Jess,” she said. She had mocha ice cream on her upper lip.
Jess leaned on the broom and continued to stare. This was exactly what Jane had been afraid of.
“You’re so lucky to live in a place like this,” chirped Corrie, indicating the view of Sky Lake and the rock on the opposite shore.
“He’s one of the lucky ones who has a job, too,” Jane pointed out. “Jess works at the municipal centre.”
Jess gave a short laugh. “You wouldn’t want that kind of job,” he said.
“What’s wrong with it?” Jane asked. “Isn’t the pay any good?”
“The pay is zip. Zilch? Nada? I’m doing community service.”
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