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“You’re sure you don’t mind me leaving again so soon?” my mother asked me four days ago, on Monday. Her bag was already packed. It’s not like she was going to change her mind.
“Mom, I’m glad you’re going. Really. It’s so good for the business.”
Not to mention for me.
She pulled me over and kissed my head. “I’ll make it up to you. We’ll spend a lot of time together when I get back next week. Maybe go to a few movies?”
“Sounds great.”
Monday to Monday. Eight days of solitude. Perfect. And it couldn’t have been better timing, because as of Monday, Halli changed her hours on me.
It was supposed to be just a weekend thing, me staying up late instead of going to bed and waking up later, but Halli decided she liked me coming over at 6:00 AM her time, which is 10:00 PM mine.
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