“Laura?”
Crap.
“Yeah?”
“We aren’t that busy. You can just go ahead and-“
‘-Sign out.’
I finish the sentence with her in my head.
I shuffle around digging my heels in the linoleum dragging out my exit a few more minutes so maybe, maybe I can at least have one hour of work on the records.
Get my coat. Take off the ugly bandana. Twirl the pen as I take my time signing out.
Shuffle. Shuffle. Closer to the exit.
"I feel bad sending you home" she calls
'yeah' I think 'of course you do.'
maybe next week.
Shuffle. Shuffle. Closer to the exit.
"I feel bad sending you home" she calls
'yeah' I think 'of course you do.'
maybe next week.
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