Derrick was careful to make sure he kept his Mondays clear, especially when he had a weekend up north with his boyfriend planned. He didn’t have any choice this time, however. This sit down was set up by the brass, no excuses for lack of attendance. He’d apologize to Mary Jane on his way out. It wasn’t her fault.
“Damn!” he said aloud.
Coming back to the present he checked the odometer. Only twenty more miles, he thought, gauging the distance to the four-lane highway where he hoped the driving would be easier than the road he was on now. If not, he would stop at the first motel he came to. He would get up early and try to make the meeting…if the weather cleared that is. If not…screw it.
The country singer on the radio—blissfully unaware of the deteriorating driving conditions—droned som
