Apartment Slavery Ch 02
She arrived for supper on time, I had every thing done including a couple of chapters in the library books. I had the advantage of a year of massage therapy due to an on the job injury some time back. There was no hello or acknowledgement of my existence from her just some muted cursing about the traffic and some idiot she had dealt with at work, more or less as if she was talking to herself. I served her supper and stood next to her like a good waiter. She pointed at her laptop case sitting...