The Woman In Charge

Her hair is always styled mannish, and she wears conservative pantsuits.

She has thin lips and the corners of her mouth turn downward.

When she had me come into her office, she was riffling through some papers.

Sit down. I did. Wait here until I get back.

I must have sat there for 15 minutes, twenty.

She came back in and sat down at her leather chair.

I don't have time for you now. I'll contact you. You will be available?

I nodded Yes ma'am.

Good. You can go.


Nothing had gotten done with the exception of my having seen her.

My heart was filled with her.



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