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    Susan watched him go and then turned her attention back to Felicia. “By the way, do you want any help on your résumé? I’ve probably had the most experience with them, though I think John’s helped with interviewing where he works so he might have some insight from the other side.”
    Felicia dropped her head to hide a flush of frustration. That was another thing she’d let slide until summer. And now it was summer, and she didn’t have an excuse anymore. “I don’t … have one yet. To help with. I was waiting until classes ended to work on it.”
    Susan’s exasperation grew more marked in her scent. She started downstairs after her son, slow enough to encourage Felicia to follow along and continue the conversation. “What did you think you were going to do about a job? You know everyone in the pack besides the alphas has one, unless they’re watching the kids. They have Were money trees in Spain that we North Americans aren’t aware of?”
    The “we” sounded weird too, but Felicia didn’t comment. Being the beta’s mate didn’t automatically give Susan a similar status, but she read as plenty dominant on her own. Felicia didn’t know how she did it, as a human. “Well, I’d work for the pack company. That’s different.”
    They reached the ground floor and Susan raised her eyebrows in silence, so Felicia expanded after a moment. “Every pack has one. Madrid’s makes—” The names came first to her in Spanish, so she had to sort through to find one with the English equivalent handy. “Tractors. Farm equipment and stuff. I probably would have worked in the office, but there’s something for everyone. Actually making them, or selling them, or running the computers with the budget software, or … whatever.”
    Susan stooped to pick up a wooden toy car that had been abandoned in the middle of the hall by one of the other kids and made a thoughtful noise. “Andrew talks about starting something like that here. I can see how it would allow you guys to bring more Were culture into the workplace as well.” She stepped into the living room to drop the car in the nearest toy box. “But since that’s not up and running, my bank does have an opening for a teller right now. I’ll be happy to give your résumé to HR once you have one. You would have to be polite, though.”
    Felicia bristled. “Are you saying I can’t be polite?”
    Susan just raised her eyebrows. Felicia tried to stay strong, but she dropped her head after a moment. She’d just proved she’d probably be complete shit at talking to humans all day, and they both knew it.
    Susan took pity on her after a moment. “There are plenty of jobs that don’t need a lot of interaction. Brush up your computer and filing skills. I find data entry soul sucking personally, but—” She shrugged. “Think about it, anyway. Like your father said, everyone has to go through it sometime.”
    Somehow, the sympathy made Felicia feel even worse. She recognized how stupid that was, given that she’d been moping so recently that she didn’t know what to do. But now someone else was implying she didn’t, she wanted to show Susan how wrong she was. “I’ll think about it,” she mumbled. “I’m going to go see Tom.”
    Susan nodded without comment and let her go. Felicia rummaged through the bowl on top of the gigantic shoe cubby by the front door. Most of the vehicles that nominally belonged to various members of the pack were in the driveway or along the street since it was the weekend, but she knew better than to borrow some of those without asking. Her father’s, for example. She dug around until she found the keys for the old Honda beater and headed out.
    Felicia hesitated when she reached the lobby of the multiplex, multicolored neon lines from the lights above mixing with the sunlight at her feet. Two red-vested employees manned the gaps in the velvet ropes on either side of the concession stand, so she couldn’t get back to