The Price of Being Late
(resubmitted with suggested changes and punctuation check)It was late when Chrissy got home that night. Her job doing private computer tutoring had run longer than expected. The standard two hour session for the old woman had turned into four rather quickly after she had to reload half the software the idiot had unknowingly deleted. The woman’s hard seated chair didn’t help her back much either. Even the bucket seats of her metallic red Ford Mustang didn’t relax her. Little pains were screaming...
Reluctance