We talk well past my lunch break. Rosalie breaks down my fears as only she can.
As we step back onto the floor, she jokes, "Good thing you're the boss, or you'd have to give yourself a write-up for taking too long on lunch."
She winks, kisses my cheek, and disappears into the shop.
The rest of the afternoon flies by, my thoughts going between our conversation and knowing what I have to do when I get home.
It's something that's brought home by the text Edward sends me: a picture of stacks of boxes and the message, "Almost there."
Saturday, July 16, 2011
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Is he going to share his fears with Edward? Does he feel he has to? Most likely.
ReplyDelete"Almost there" *squee*