Ten.Two Thousand & Fifteen
Don’t want to get up.
It was a hunch that turned out to be correct.
I tell her about how he vaped at the table and how he and his wife fed each other at the table. How weird is that? How weird!
Do I even need to keep sending this?
Two bags are not better than one. I am not lightening the load, I am just redistributing it in the most uncomfortable way.
What to do?
A little relieved that I don’t have to leave this office. I like the seclusion.
I tell her that my anxiety is always so high right before these meetings. It’s because you never know what is going to happen. You never know what you will encounter. And yet, they can also be so predictable. But still.
This is going to be trouble.
But it’s over. It’s finally over. We hug. “We made it,” we say in the parking lot. We made it.
