The next time I glanced at the taskbar, the clock there read quarter to two. A spurt of energy shot through me like electricity. “s**t!” I cried, whirling around.
A half hour, hadn’t I said a half hour? I almost expected Lee’s mother to be standing behind me, one foot tapping impatiently. Caught up in the story again and that was good, true, but a half hour had come and gone long ago. f**k.
But the doorway was empty, the hall too. Oh hell. I would hear it now. She must’ve called Lee every fifteen minutes or so to b***h about how irresponsible I was, how negligent. Just when I was beginning to think that a trip to the store would clear the air between us. Damn it the hell.
Quickly I saved my work and turned off the computer. At the head of the stairs, I called out, “I’ll be right down!”
