Winnie
Thursday afternoon, I sit at the lunch table reading a self-help book. I've been on the job for a month now.
My lunch, chick salad, is off to the side. Next to the book is my journal.
I tap my pen on my journal as I read.
It's the third book I've read so far.
Chandler is good at picking books.
So far, I've learned I have reached the "bargaining" stage of grief. Yet, sometimes I still think about what I could give, donate, provide, etc., in exchange for Andrew.
I'd quit work at LaBelle.
I'd marry a man Mother wants me to marry.
I'd end my relationship with Chandler.
However, as I conclude another chapter in this book, it doesn't make sense. Nothing will bring Andrew back to me.
A co-worker enters the small lunch room and microwaves their meal.
I'm in the mailroom today,
