The summer heat was here. All complaints I had from the heat over the past months were now considered nonsensical whining. This was heat. Over 100, no clouds, with forever mounting humidity. I hissed as I waddled across the parking lot, the asphalt throwing up heat in waves of pain.
The black dress I used to mask my sweat turned out to be a double-edged sword. Oh, it hid the stains but boy did it trap in the heat. It was for nothing too, the material of my sling didn't breathe, a cotton polymer nonsense, it was a shade darker wet. And because I wore it day in and day out, it didn't get washed and it was starting to smell like it. the strap over my shoulder, just where the white kissed the skin of my neck was yellowing.
I pulled at it, for a moment's ease, the movement causing my briefcas
