Thursday was tired. From the time she opened her eyes on Christmas day, her mother had been barking orders at her. “Make sure you change the table cloths and the chair covers we have very important guests coming.” Her mother always said that about all her guests. As long as you did not live with
“This is self-inflicted punishment”, Rachael remarked. “What is?” Dot retorted. “Drinking coffee to stay awake and binge watch episodes of Prison Break!” “You’ll live.” Dot was dismissive. “I haven’t worked all week. I keep running to the bathroom to sit on the can and sleep.” “That’s gross”, Dot snorted. “You have no idea! The occasional
Susan, my elder sister, just walked in through the door an hour ago. She smelled of cologne, a distinct one. It belongs to John, my boss, my married boss. I dragged Susan to last year’s Christmas office party. I am not one who cares much for my work mates; work forces me to be cordial and