Monday, July 1, 2013

Not Even the Worst that Happened Today

"When I got here, I expected that you would already have printed out the reports, and have them waiting for me, so I could just go," she says.

The high-backed office chair seems to swallow her up, and she looks more tired than angry. I try to keep my emotions in check, but I'm so upset, I can hardly speak.

"I'm sorry I let you down," I say.

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