Chapter 29When Joseph drove me to the Junction City airport Saturday morning for the Los Angeles trip, he was pensive. I told him to take the week off to work on his own castings, making it clear he was free to use the studio. He was experimenting with different colored stones and dyes in the marble dust-epoxy mix he used. Then he surprised me.
“William, I don’t think I ever told you how much this job means to me.” He’d never called me William before, either. Like everyone else around here he called me Wilum.
“You’re a good worker, Joseph. And what’s just as important to me is you’re good company. We make a great team.”
“Yeah, we do. But my life would sure be different if I didn’t have the job. My whole family’s life would be. My dad’s been laid off from work for three months now, and w
