I couldn’t get the thought of her out of my mind. What had gone so terribly wrong in her life? Did she want to be where she was? Something about that glove seemed so very familiar, but I don’t have time…
When I walked in the office, everyone was at their desks, working as usual. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I was surprised to hear a shrill voice break the silence.
“Carol!” Steven’s face, flushed red, peered over the cubicle wall. “Goodness, Stevie, what’s wrong?”, I queried, having some idea of what it was.
“Williams is driving me nuts!”, fumed Steven. “He said he wanted the numbers on that old mission they want to tear down, but I told him that county didn’t give us the go ahead. I told him I wasn’t going to do a bunch of work just to have it thrown out because some “do-gooder” got a judge to issue a stay.” “What do you think I should do?”
“Well, then I guess he’ll just have to wait then, won’t he?” Unhappy with my answer, Steven, eyes open wide in surprise, and discouraged at my lack of enthusiasm for his tirade, turned around and walked quickly back to his office.
I wonder if she’ll be sitting there again tomorrow morning? It’s a good thing the mission still is open, because the weatherman’s predictions were pretty gloomy for tonight. It’s calling for snow, snow and more snow.
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