|image by Manu Pombrol|
Wall Street was merciless this week. Joe left his briefcase on the floor amid the Lego's and Barbies. "Idiot CEO," he muttered to himself. His prize Hermes felt like a noose, cutting off circulation to his soul. He bypassed the kitchen where wondrous smells and cheerful humming filled the air. "I can't breathe," under his breath. He stared into nothingness as the hot water filled the tub. As he slipped into the warm womb of comfort, he ignored the cat scratching at the door. The baby cried. "Now, where was I," as he flipped through the pages of his Harlequin.
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Laurel. It's Sunday...read a good book!