Tara opened her door slowly. "Who's there?" She asked, rolling her cane around in front of her to make sure there was nothing there before stepping further.
"My name's Willow." Came a bright, sunny voice. "I'm here about the housekeeping position. We spoke on the phone?"
Tara was silent, trying to place her. "Right. Willow." She said gruffly, remembering. "Come in. Close the door behind you." Without another word, Tara turned and headed back into the lounge room. She knew from the sounds of footsteps that the girl must have been following her.
Following Tara's lead, Willow sat nervously across from the young, blonde woman and rested her hands in her lap.
"You know this is a live-in position?" Tara asked, her voice retaining the same gruff quality from before.
Willow nodded, then when she realised about the woman's condition, she laughed nervously. "Yes."
"That it would require…" Tara trailed off. "Assisting me?" She shuddered visibly as she said it.
"Yes. That's fine." Willow said, smiling even though she knew the woman sitting across from her couldn't see.
"You don't have a problem? With either of those things?" Tara asked, part of her dreading the answer. Most people were scared of her. Because of her differences, they turned away.
"No. Not at all." Willow said.
"Because if you do," Tara said quickly, "the door's open. You can go. Leave. But now's the time."
"I don't have a problem with any of it." Willow said again. There was something in her tone that Tara hadn't heard a lot before, aside from her mother and father. Warmth.
Tara nervously played with her hands, praying the girl wouldn't back out. This girl was one of countless she'd interviewed. She hadn't said anything about her… condition in the paper so ninety nine percent of the time, the minute the candidates found out about it, they ran for the hills, just like everybody else did.
"That's perfectly alright, Ms. Maclay." Willow repeated kindly, forcing Tara back to reality. "I don't mind, really."
"Are you sure?" Tara asked nervously, giving the girl one final opportunity to bow out gracefully.
"Sure as sure." Willow said.
"Great." Tara said, releasing a breath she hadn't been aware she'd been holding and getting up. Willow rose to her feet and came around.
"You've got the position." Tara said. She reached out and touched what felt like a shoulder. Nervously, she pulled her hand away, scared the young woman might be offended.
"It's ok." Willow said, noticing her new boss's nerves and sticking her hand out. "My hand's right in front of you."
"Thank you." Tara said appreciatively, shaking it. "How soon can you start?"
"Right away if you'd like me to." Willow said. "I'll just go grab my stuff, and come back and.."
"That would be wonderful, Miss.."
"Rosenberg." Willow said, relaxing.
"That would be wonderful Miss Rosenberg. I'll wait here."