We called her at 6.
She didn't want any dinner.
We broke out into small dances of joy: ordered up pizza. Opened beers and enjoyed our favorite TV program American Idol.
I am so, so glad not to have to be polite to this woman again today.
Tomorrow I am working all day.
Tuesday I work and get home at 6 pm
Maybe by then I can paint a smile back on my face and not think pure murder.
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