He stopped.
“I wanted to be the one who decided,” he said. “For once. I wanted to be on the right side of the glass.”
“There isn’t a right side of the glass,” I said. “There’s just glass. And people on both sides of it.”
He made his decision in April.
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Mr. Hale offered him the promotion. Regional Vice President of Community Banking. An office in Des Moines with a view of the river. A raise of forty thousand dollars a year.
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Brandon turned it down.
He rented a little white house on Oak Street. Three blocks from the bank. Two blocks from me. It had a backyard with a sunny patch that was perfect for tomatoes.
He planted his first garden that May. I came over and showed him how. He made a lot of mistakes. He planted the tomatoes too close together. He forgot to water the peppers. Rabbits ate all his lettuce.
