5There were days that I dreaded going into the office. The only meaningful moments were those scant bubbles where I spent writing. But if someone should become even the slightest bit ambitious or God forbid, catch an early bus and arrive before they're due, the mood, the spell would be quashed. It could sour me for the whole day. I wasn't good at dealing with real flesh and blood first thing in the morning, not when I wanted to live inside this mental cocoon every day. Friday loomed closer and closer. The knot in my brain expanded to include my innards. Both Nook and Ramon had called during the week and I didn't return their messages. Seeing them on Saturday would be comeuppance enough. I had told Sharon that I would be late on Friday as I had a “book thing” to attend. I'm not even sure sh
