That Night
I said as I shook a few tablets onto my palm.
“I love green peppers, but my stomach doesn’t,” he explained. “I always have some nearby.”
“Thank you.” I handed the bottle back.
“Anytime.”
An hour later, the vein was ticking on my forehead as Mr. VP threw his weight around again.
I crossed my arms in front of me and leaned back. “I’m sorry, I thought you needed my help, that I had some voice in this.”
“Ah…” he trailed off, his mouth parted, then abruptly closed. “You do.”
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