She leaves a voice mail, “I need to share something with you; I’m having a stressful day.” Then a text, “Call me ASAP!”
I call from the car. “I’ve got a customer,” she says. “I’ll call you back.”
When she calls, Barkley and I are napping. Her voice seems wary, “Is the dog on the bed?”
This is not something I feel like sharing.
I just got an email informing me that this story was not selected as one of the top ten in the Esquire 79 word story contest. Frankly, I had forgotten all about it.