Page 14 of Finding Parker

Standing in front of the mirror, tweezers in hand, I attempted to resolve the issue of the palm tree.

If a telephone pole is typically forty feet tall, and they are buried ten percent of the length plus two feet, that would leave thirty-four feet of the pole exposed.

Pluck. Pluck.

The tree is thirty three percent taller than the pole.

Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.

If the pole beside the tree is typical, the tree is forty three feet tall. That would be if the pole is typical.

Pluck.

Assuming typical length for the pole, my math is correct. Forty-three feet.

Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.

Pluck.

Too many variables. Far too many.

Pluck. Pluck.

What if Kenton really wants me to step aside and not take Katelyn on a date?

Surely he would have expressed his concerns. If nothing else he would have spent some time discussing it.

He did not.

Pluck. Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.

He wants me to take her to meet him. That’s the reason he hired me.

He wants me to do what is right. Regardless of who Katelyn is and why we’re on a date, the right thing to do is to proceed with the plan.

Pluck.

I need to do what is right.

Pluck.

Yet.

I need to know when to fold my hand.

Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.

When to forfeit.

Pluck.

Now is not the time.

I need to continue, proceed, move forward. If there is a lesson to learn, I will learn it. I won’t make the same mistake twice.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I rotated my head slowly and focused on my eyebrows. The light above the mirror provided sufficient illumination to support what I already assumed.

Eyebrow perfection.