the work world passes around those won’t work with it
The in-laws, færie height and misplaced among the day-shift, measure their world on variations of what it is not. It is not fair. It’s not their way. It is not listening. Stubborn like that, the world presses on and those of the day-shift walk around them. I have tried to intervene. I’m told what I said isn’t what they meant. Yet I suspect I take their meaning even if—færie height and in no true measure—they do not.


