Interlude 08 77
Eight It is late one normal work afternoon. About an hour to go, and she’ll be able to walk out on another forgettable day. Her computer dings, signaling an incoming email. Automatically, she flips pages to the email program, and double clicks the new entry without even looking at the title or who it is from. It starts off: ‘I hope you are having a good day. In case that isn’t happening, here is something to distract you.’ Thinking she’d been SPAM’ed, she starts thinking of the harsh call...