19
Meeting Belinda
“Good morning,” came Samuel’s cheerful voice.
“How are you Samuel?” I asked as I opened my eyes and looked up at the perfectly smooth ceiling, chandelier: shiny gold, sparkly crystal, where a reflection of some morning light splashed across the ceiling.
“I am fine and ready to help you with your day,” he responded, far more cheerfully than I would have liked. Something about the enthusiasm in his voice made me not care.
“Let me guess, it’s time to go to work?”
“Right you are.”
“You can drive,” I told him. I don’t think he waited; I think I was moving before I told him I was going to let him move me.
This morning was no different than any other morning. I had the option to send messages, go play games, slots, maybe watch a movie. I think I had seen all the movies,
