Chapter Twenty-One
It was little wonder Lee felt that someone had used her head for a hockey puck when she arrived at work Monday morning.
She parked by the loading dock and tried to sneak in the back way. If she could just make her desk unnoticed she could check her appointments, cancel them, take care of a few routine office chores and be on her way home before ten. Lee just got herself seated, her head slung in her hands, when the door flew back and her office manager, burst in. “You gonna’ s**t!” Luletta said.
Lee moaned, eyes still closed, she rocked her head. Her stomach gurgled like an old drain pipe. “Come in,” she said sourly to the towering African woman.
“How was your weekend?”
“Shitty, thanks.”
“Whoa girl,” Luletta hesitated. “What happen to you? You fall in a whiskey bar
