She was still sobbing through his instructions, but she heard them.
Never in a million years had she suspected that he would reply to her this way. How was it possible that the thought had never crossed her mind. In her flustered stew, she hesitated too long getting up, and he spoke again, this time the order more adamant than the last.
"If you want to keep this job you worked so hard to get, Franny, you can get your blushing buns in gear and get some work done."
"I thought this was my day off?" she quipped.
"You just had four days off, what more do you want?" he asked. He shook his head and walked away, not knowing whether it was innocence, or artfulness that was staring up at him with tear stained eyes.
At the end of the day, Jack poured two decaf coffees and laced them liberally w
