Twelfth
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I bought too much, she thought. Not too much as in she bought unnecessary things, but as in too much for her to carry. Everything was heavy and she was struggling, trying to carry them to her building from the cab. She brought cans and buckets of paint after all.
She sighs, it might take two trips to carry everything up to her apartment.
“Ms. Cassidy,” a voice far from behind startles her yet again. Though this time it wasn’t a deep voice, rather from one she knew well, as it was always nagging.
She turns around, seeing exactly the face she was expecting to see. “Mrs. Lewis,” Clay calls her by her last name, before adding, “hi.”
God…What’s up with bumping into these people today? It’s a weekend…
“What are you doing out here?” the blonde asks, genuinely curious.
“I was about to go to the grocery store down the street, and I remembered you were from around here,” she states, “so I came by.” The supervisor was weirdly calm, a different demeanor from what Clay is accustomed to, but she take it anyway- pleased by it actually.
“Why?”
“I’d like to say sorry about what happened the other night.” “I’ve been in a hell of circumstances lately, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
Shocked was an understatement, though Clay didn’t show it on her face. The supervisor was serious and it seemed in her eyes, wrinkled with bags under them, there were a pool of things she wanted to say- or she wanted to share.
When the older woman was met with silence, she added, “that’s all,” before starting to turn on her back.
“Actually-” Clay says, stopping the older woman, “do you want to go talk in a café down the block?” She offers, to which Janet nods.
Clay switches her eyes from the woman to the heavy bags below her, remembering her previous predicament. She says, face turning sorry, “uhm, can you help me with these?”
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