Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Eighty-Eight
What do I need?
I read last night’s report just to make sure I don’t need to be on my toes this morning.
In early for the peace and quiet. And because there’s another baseball game that I’m going to have to leave early for.
Cacao delivery.
I listen to her speak and then do the math in my head. Six days plus thirty-one days plus twenty-eight days. That’s the deadline.
“No,” I say with a smile.
Rides with him in his golf cart are my favorite.
Post-game Vietnamese chicken salad and a glass of rosé and seats away from the children.
This car isn’t in the same place I parked it. I never lock the doors. This is not right. He was in the car. I know it.
Problems happen when you don’t care.
