CHAPTER 48
No wonder Grace was mad about the cookies, they'd sent her the divorce basket by mistake! Phyllis apologized up and down and offered to make it right, but it didn't matter anymore. That was the least of my problems.
I woke up Wednesday on my sofa still in my clothes, an empty wine bottle on the floor. I remembered drinking straight from the bottle because I didn't want to wash a glass. I checked the time, it was ten o'clock. If it weren't for my lousy conscience, I wouldn't have gone to work at all, but my client, Dolores, had a hearing in the afternoon and I couldn't let her down. It all seemed so pointless. I rolled over on the sofa to block the sunlight from frying my eyes. I'd have to get up anyway, I had a horrible headache and my mouth tasted like sawdust.
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