“I just thought I’d get to use my creativity here,” she said.
I looked up from my solitaire game to listen.
“Instead, we’re all just so busy, we barely even have time to look up anymore.”
Another long sigh.
My own phone rang. I stared at the blinking button for a few seconds and sent it to voicemail.
“Oh well, at least I’m not too far from retirement. I’m really looking forward to that.” She let out one of her big hearty Midwestern laughs.
I looked back at my screen. The bright fall afternoon sunlight cast a glare as I strained to see the time. One more hour until I can go home.
