Chapter 152

• Beverly
• So, I soldiered through my routine, getting to take a little extra time with breakfast too. But by the time I got to work I was strung as tight as a fiddle and about as liable to pop. My whole skin felt too tight and too hot for my body while my focus kept flitting everywhere, like it was trying to find some forbidden relief.
• This time, when I reached my desk, I only set my things down and then headed straight for Mr. Fitzgerald’s office. Ever since Tuesday, we’d been working on a new project in his office. Well, he was working, I was taking notes and diction and only occasionally offering my opinion.