7
MY GIRL
JOHN
The following morning when I came downstairs, Joseph was in the kitchen getting his things ready for the day. He was having his coffee when he caught sight of me and put his hands on the keys on the counter before I could grab them.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“To school. What does it look like?” Pulling out a pair of keys from the side pocket of my pants, I flashed him a smile. This was a trick he had taught me.
“Always be on your toes,” I said.
“Hey.” Joseph called after me as I walked out before he could say anything else.
There really wasn’t anything he could do. I was working, performing my role like I had been instructed. Sure, I was still a bit angry by what he had said to Dr. Nicholson, but it was expected.
He rushed out, just as I climbed i
