Chapter 16

It was a fucking zombie walking into my office with glasses on a Saturday after eleven in the morning. The set of keys became so tedious that for a second I thought about leaving those fucking pieces of paper for later. Yet the controlling little voice whispered to me that it was going to build up, that I wouldn't have time for anything else. And, although it's hard for me to admit it, I wasn't a fan of leaving things to the last minute.

Chelsea's private concert ended around three in the morning. We talked a lot, which I hadn't done for a long time with another woman besides Dona or Mom.

She told me about her mother who was in a retirement home due to her advanced illness. It shocked me to learn that she was only forty-seven years old and at the point of no return from the disease. With great strength she accepted that her mother did not remember her or her brothers; she didn't even say she should bathe.

For my part, I told him about myself. The shitty marriage I had, her relationshi