C15 CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Yavid and his wife throw at me.

One day at a time, one foot in front of another.

I throw my mascara covered tissues in the trash and open up the clothes cabinet at the back of my office. I fix my makeup in the cabinet mirror and smile at my reflection. It looks more like a grimace. I roll my eyes, grab an outfit for tomorrow, and shut the door tight.

The rest of the week, nothing happens