Chapter 13 Anticipation
- I was counting days until the 31st of December, absolutely nothing was affecting me, neither work nor Mary’s jibes nor Bridget’s obsession with being Mrs.Holt.
- Fridays in December were equivalent to actual holidays with no-one responding to calls or emails. As I end another business development call, Helen whistles signaling over for lunch. Popping a fry into her mouth, Helen orgasmically concluded, “I have died and gone to heaven!”