December 26th
Driving a bus route that began at five in the morning was usually not a problem for me. I had always been an early riser, and the bus depot was a mere ten miles from my apartment.
All the same, my body was like lead when the alarm went off at a quarter to four. I slammed my hand on the clock, completely missing the button and sending the damn thing to the floor. The constant beep, beep, beep drove me to reach over and unplug the cord from the wall before slumping back against the warm sheets.
I had Nelson to blame for being off-kilter. He’d never said anything about a relationship before. He’d seemed happy to fool around and had never indicated anything to the contrary. We’d met at a grocery store years ago and had bonded over a deep love of feta cheese.
One thing had led
