Sunday in the office tended to be slow, so I was usually able to catch up on paperwork and do inventory. Once I’d been assured of Lonnie’s comfort with the setup last night, I’d gone home and slept like the dead for the first time in weeks. My dreams had been of us as teenagers, messing around behind the bleachers in high school. When I’d arrived this morning, Lonnie had been tired but alert enough when he’d given me his report about the night’s activities before he left.
As I sat at my desk entering Lonnie’s pay information in the system, I realized in all the flurry of activity that I hadn’t gotten a copy of his driver’s license or social security card. Before I’d left last night, Lonnie had informed me that he would be in sometime today to access his storage unit. I’d corner him then.
