September 2014
I locked the office door and turned toward my car. The movie theater, with its sea of windshields glittering under the lamp light, greeted me. I crumpled into the driver’s seat and massaged my neck, trying to release the lead ball suspended between my shoulders.
Ten minutes later, the smell of fries—hot from the wire basket—filled the car.
“Why does it take me three hours to do paperwork?” I mumbled, cramming a fry into my mouth.
