“It’s generous, Rufus, under the circumstances.”
“Which you still haven’t mentioned. I assume I’m being let go because I’ve missed too many days.”
Sheila nods. “That and one other minor detail.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a little pink baggy that has a bit of white powder in the bottom. She throws it on the table. “Pretty careless of you, leaving this in your desk. You’re very lucky you’re getting off as lightly as you are. We could have prosecuted.”
Sheila stands. I don’t know what to say. I giggle and immediately regret it. I say, “Whoa…I usually don’t leave this much lying around.”
But Sheila, if she heard, gives no indication. She’s on her way back to her cube.
I sip coffee gone cold and think how Sheila’s doing more than going back to her cube. She’s going back to the “normal” world, a place from which I’m suddenly excluded.
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