The business of show

Great. Just as the temperature soars and the forest fires rage, my air conditioning gives out. I’m writing this from the coffee shop down the street – a cute independent place, not one of those bloated chains that serve brown milk and call it a latte.

I’m practically exiled from my own home. I go back to shower and to sleep, but it’s been two days already. The engineer said he’d be here yesterday. No show.

Now, I’m constantly checking my cell and watching the front of my apartment building through the coffee shop window in case he arrives and thinks I’m not there… So now I’m in exile and trapped too. This is not a satisfactory working environment – though the biscotti are excellent.


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