I can only hope to god she’s right, because right now I don’t know up from down.
I need to put today’s horrible events behind me. Tomorrow is a new day.
Veronica
I’m so sorry about what happened, Sadie. I had no idea
Veronica
Sadie, are you mad at me? I know you must be. But I didn’t know what was going to go on in there. I swear
Veronica
I feel so awful. Please talk to me
I wake up to ping after ping on my phone. Forgetting to put it on silent is my own doing, but as I sleepily hold the phone up to my face and blur over the messages, I throw it down on the bed. After I threw a salad together for dinner because I was so lethargic I couldn’t cook to save myself, I showered and crawled into bed to watch mindless reality TV. I spent the remainder of the evening staring into thin air trying to get my head around what happened. Finally, I must’ve found sleep. Though right now it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it.
My throat feels as dry as the desert. My skin hot and clammy. My body aching and sore.
I don’t know if I got run over by an imaginary freight train during the night, but I feel awful. Maybe I’ve got a cold coming on. Kelto didn’t come home again, and I know I’ll probably never see her again.
Mindy looks up at me and meows loudly as I pass her in the hallway. I bend down to pick her up. “Poor baby,” I say, kissing her head as I set her back down. “Would my little princess like to go to Wyoming for Christmas?” She purrs at my feet, and there go those tears again. At least someone loves me, even if she is only after her food and a cuddle.
I drag myself to the kitchen to make a giant mug of coffee, pouring Mindy some dry food as I add creamer to my cup.
I hear my phone ping again from the bedroom as I roll my eyes and shuffle to the bathroom.
Go away!
The larger part of me knows it’s not Veronica’s fault what happened, and I genuinely believe she didn’t know. That firm are sneaky bastards, Bailey is right about that. You are just a number; they don’t care about years of loyal service and dedication. However, I’m entitled to wallow in as much self pity as I want. And I plan to do just that, at least for today, anyway.
I’ve always tried to believe things happen for a reason, and see the positive when bad things come out of nowhere. But yesterday was screwed.
When I bypass the ficus in the kitchen on my return from the bathroom, I smile. I’m glad I rescued it. No one would have watered it now I’m not there, so I technically saved it from an imminent slow death.
When I have my oversizedFriendsmug in my hands, I shuffle back to my bedroom to drink my coffee in silence where I hear my phone again. Placing my mug on the nightstand, I climb back into bed, something I usually reserve for Sundays, not Tuesday mornings, and pick my phone back up. Mindy jumps on the bed, making biscuits with her paws as she settles at my feet.
I quickly see Veronica has sent me a couple of more messages while I made coffee, and Bailey, too.
Veronica
I’m going to really miss you. Let’s catch up when the dust has settled
I guffaw at that. Because right now it’s the last thing I want. The dust can kiss my ass right now. I still reply, though, because she does sound genuinely sorry.
Me
Hey Veronica, it’s okay. I know you didn’t know. Don’t worry about it. I’m visiting my friend soon in Wyoming, maybe we can catch up after that?
It’s a good excuse regardless if I go to Alpine Falls or not. I flick to Bailey’s messages:
Bailey
Boy, have I got a plan for you… you’re gonna freak
Bailey
Are you there babe?
