True to Beatrice’s word, they arrived at nine-thirty the next morning, leaving me just enough time to call my boss, only to find out she had already spoken to Beatrice about my taking time off. My boss had said she felt that a vacation was the best thing for me. I didn’t know how I felt about others deciding what I needed, but for the time being, I was trying to roll with it.
Three brisk knocks announced their arrival. I looked around as I walked toward the door, wincing at the state of my place. Clothes and old take-out containers were scattered about, and the sink and counter tops were in a sorry state, cluttered with dirty dishes.
It would be best if Bea didn’t see how messy my apartment is. The last thing I need is for her to start in on me for that.
Pulling open the door, I flashed
