The Birthday
A quick glance at my silver wristwatch, a quiet curse escapes my lips. Damn, late again, Sophia is going to KILL me. Hmm.. I dial her number on the cell phone and wait as I listen to the rings. The answering machine picks up, her voice low and soothing, followed by the incongruous BEEEEP. "Sophia, I lost track of time, I am going to be late for dinner, don't kill me please. I am going to stop by the house and shower and I will be there as soon as I can." With a click I flip the clamshell of...
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