It was almost noon before I got up and was ready to leave the house. Mom was in the kitchen, peeling peaches.
“I’m making your cobbler,” she said. “Are you coming home for dinner?”
“Of course,” I replied. “I’ll be here.”
“Where are you going today?”
“I’m going to check a few places where I left job applications,” I replied.
“Do you still want to do that?” Mom asked.
“Yes. I can’t just sit around here all day. I’ve got to be doing something.”
“Well, I guess. I thought you wanted to write a book. You used to do a lot of writing.”
“I don’t know. I haven’t had any inspiration lately.”
“Well, maybe you just need to think about it.”
“Maybe. Let me at least try to get a job. Maybe that will be the inspiration I need.”
“All right. Maybe that’s it. You know better than me about those thi
