The scrunched-face screaming was a constant, slowly skinning my sanity. I’d pace the hallway, saying “sh-sh” until my palate was dry and my hands were limp
“Leavin’ at two?” Angela warbled, chewing on a purple wad of gum. “Another holiday, a’ready?”
“Nope.” I frantically shut down Outlook and swept papers into my briefcase. “No holidays for a while. Just some play therapy for Shira.”
“You guys are sumtin’. If I had four of dem, I’d be in da loony bin.”
You’re not far off, I want to say.
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