V
Steadfast Resolution
The insistent beeping of his cell phone brought Mike out of a daze. He realized that he had been staring at the floor of the apartment complex’s laundry room, oblivious to his surroundings. Shaking his head, he pulled the phone out of his jacket pocket and glanced at the number. The caller had become quite familiar now and he smiled.
“Hi!” he said, his voice echoing in the deserted laundry room.
“Hey, Michael!” came Danielle’s joyful response. “Are you busy?”
“Naw, just watching my laundry tumble in the dryer,” he grumbled, shifting his weight. “Thought it would be dry by now, but guess I put too much in.”
Danielle chuckled. “Is laundry not your forte?”
“Not really,” he admitted. “Sarah used to wash my clothes for me.”
“Michael, do you need assistance with yo
