“And?” I pressed, eager to hear what conclusion he’d come to.
“And I…I need a job, a decent job, something worthy enough. So…I know…I think I know what I want to be.”
I lit up, too excited to hear what he had to say. “What?”
“Well…I love our woods. I love plants and working with my hands, and just being surrounded by nature. I think...what do you think of, like, me running a tree nursery?”
“You want to own a tree nursery?” I wasn’t expecting an idea like this, but I liked it. I loved it, actually, and I could envision Knox in that kind of profession perfectly.
He shrugged, looking suddenly bashful. “I know I’d probably have to work at one for a while, learn the trade, you know. But then, maybe after a couple years when I’d saved up some money...” He shrugged again. “Who knows? Maybe i
