Luckily, today, he had the room to himself. Tomorrow, it’s Sunday, he thought, I can slip into the office when no one’s around and clean up the carnage I left behind. No one will ever know how badly I screwed up. That’s if I’m lucky and nobody looked over my work after I left. But I’m always the last one out of the work. I might be okay. Unless some busy body came back in to check up on me. Today, all I can do is take care of this laundry. Tonight, I’ll make my tofu salad and try to read…if I can. Then I’ll try to get some sleep…if I can.
