Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Thirty-One
Where are my pants?
First light.
They leave early to get their xrays, him for his chest, her for her thumb.
I forgot my lunch.
We debrief on yesterday’s meeting and laugh and laugh and laugh.
There is no need for us to fight today.
I tell her that she’s right: I ask myself that question a lot. If it weren’t for my colleagues, I would have been gone a long time ago.
Truthtelling.
A few bites of her leftover sushi. No focus. Conversations with people like that will confuse you.
Contract signed.