The next morning, Sue sat at her desk putting together the paperwork for a large machine shop her firm was listing. She picked up her cell and checked to see if Jeff's number had been saved; it had. She looked at her watch and fudged. It was early yet, maybe too early. She set the phone down and studied the contract; ten o'clock would be a good time. At ten, Helen came by with two cups of coffee. They sat and chatted. Helen had had a shitty morning and Sue made all the correct clucking and cooing sounds of commissary. It was almost eleven when she remembered the phone. Just then it rang. Sue hoped it might be Jeff; having to cancel. It was her mother, wondering if she could pick up cat food. Her mother had forgotten to and didn't drive anymore.
“Sure mom; tuna or chicken?”
Sue put the ph
