Chapter Eight
How unfortunate it was that every time I wanted to escape my daily activities at the paper, claiming some ailment, I felt compelled to go to work anyway. The deadline looming over me this time, I couldn’t afford to miss. But while other times, I’d managed to buck up and get through the day with little obvious grief, the day after the punishment proved a lot harder. Pulling myself from bed was like trying to tug an angry bear from its den, there was little energy in my bruised body and limbs, and no mirth on my face. I figured when I got inside the doors of the newspaper building, I’d find a way to smile and be polite, but the first copy boy that thwarted me. I snapped. I followed suit the remainder of the day, setting barbs into every man or woman who was unfortunate enough
