Chapter 1
Well, there are three things, I guess, to know about me from the start. First, my name is Eoghan Arbor. Second, that strange name is pronounced the same as "Ewan," as in "Ewan McGregor." Third, I bear no resemblance to Ewan McGregor at all. He's a famous actor. I work in a kitchen. And I love it.
I live in a small house in Willow Creek, and I work in the back-of-house at a local restaurant. Mostly I tank or do KP - I'm sorry, that's restaurant lingo for "washing dishes" and "kitchen prep." While the chef is overseeing a line of talented cooks putting together ingredients to create the beautiful plates you enjoy in the dining room, I'm either scrubbing pans or dicing onions. But, while I'm doing that, I'm studying the culinary arts, and hoping to move up to the line soon. Maybe I'll even become a chef myself one day. Who knows?
Anyway, life has been good and simple for a while. I like my job, I like spending time with my good friend Neal, and his wife Cassiel. But things started changing a few days ago, when Neal suggested we go out dancing with Cassiel and a couple of her girlfriends.
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"Let's go dancing, man! Neither one of us has to work tonight. We should have some fun!"
(For the record, Neal and Cassiel inherited some money, and I've never known either one of them to do any sort of work, anyway. But I don't begrudge them that. They're good people.)
Anyway, we decided to all meet up at the club that night, and get down to some good tunes.
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This is what passes for "getting down" for me.
And, of course, Neal did have an ulterior motive, which was to introduce me to Cassiel's single friends. I've never been really comfortable with women, to be honest. I'm kind of shy. Give me some goat cheese and a couple of eggs, and I can make you an omelet you'll never forget. That's where I shine. Put me in a room with beautiful women I don't know very well, and I'll probably end up tripping over my tongue and staring at my shoes. But I tried to do my best, and show some confidence, and they both seemed very nice.
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Here's Summer.
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And here's Liberty.
Like I said, they seemed nice, but for whatever reason - either my shyness, or because we just didn't make a connection - I didn't feel any sort of sparks with either of them. We still had a good time dancing, but I don't think it turned out how Neal was hoping it would.
So, I decided to take a break from the dancing, and head to the bar for a drink, and that's where I met someone who would turn out to be far more interesting than I could have possibly imagined. Her name was Natalie, and she was new in town. I mean, really new.
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"I actually just got into town this morning."
"Hi, I'm Natalie," she said.
"Eoghan. Nice to meet you."
"You too. So, do you live around here?"
"Sure do."
"Let me ask you, is this all there is to do in this town? I've been walking around, and haven't found much excitement. I was lucky to stumble across this bar. Juice on the rocks is exactly what I needed."
"It's a pretty small town. There are a few other things to do, but you have to know where to find them."
She took a sip from her drink and looked at me kind of funny.
"Okay, listen up," she said.
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"I've got some things to say."
"I'm listening."
"I'm new in town, but one thing I am not looking for is a relationship. Just don't want it right now. Why? None of your business. But you seem like a nice guy, and I am looking for friends. Maybe you'd be willing to hang out some time, and show me some of these things to do in this town that are hard to find? So long as you understand there is nothing romantic assumed whatsoever."
So, it seemed meeting Natalie was just like meeting Summer and Liberty, just a lot more up front. But, for whatever reason (probably because I'm a pushover), I agreed.
"I'd love to hang out with you sometime - as friends."
"Great."
Fast forward a few days, and I had just come home from a really tough shift. The other KP had called off sick - we all knew that was code for he had decided to go out partying instead of showing up for work - and that meant I had to pick up the slack. I did well. So well, in fact, the chef offered me a raise and a promotion (at least in name) at the end of the night. I was ecstatic, but by the time I got home, I couldn't even make it to bed.
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The couch looks just fine.
But then, in the middle of the night, I heard a knock at the door.
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What the...?
It was Natalie, from the bar.
"Eoghan, I am so sorry for waking you up," she said between tears, "but I have had the worst night, and you're the only person in town that I know. I thought I had a job and a home lined up here, but the job just fell through, and the home was sort of tied to the job. I'm homeless. It was either track you down and knock on your door, or sleep on a park bench. Can I crash here tonight?"
I suppose this was either the beginning of an interesting friendship or my last night on Earth alive, but I was too groggy to argue.
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Of course you can stay here.
"Thank you so much," she said. "I promise I won't be a bother."
We sat down to have a late night snack together, and she told me more about her situation.
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"Okay, this is really messed up."
"See, here's the thing," she said. "I was supposed to nanny for some rich couple's spoiled brat, and the husband just got fired today. All of a sudden, they decide they can't afford me. And when I asked them if I could at least stay in their home until I found other arrangements, they told me to get lost! Can you believe it?"
"That sounds like a really crappy thing to do. But you can stay here as long as you need to get back on your feet."
"Thank you."
My home is small, but I do have a tiny little guest room. It's not exactly comfortable, but beggars can't be choosers, and Natalie seemed genuinely happy just to have a roof over her head for the night. We were both exhausted, so we went to sleep. We would talk more in the morning.
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Over breakfast.
"So, let me be upfront with you," I said. "I've been thinking about this, and I am happy to help you, but I don't have a lot of money, so I need to know how long you think you'll need to stay here."
"I don't know. I don't know anyone else, and I have no job opportunities." She seemed on the verge of tears again.
"I'll tell you what. Head out today, and look for work. If you can find some way to help with the bills, you can stay as long as you need. If you can't, well, you can still stay, but we'll only be eating ramen noodles...and in the dark, for that matter. I live paycheck-to-paycheck right now, so if you're going to stay, I need you to help out. Deal?"
"Deal."