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He put down the phone and wiped up the mess. Then he put on his shorts and looked to see if Michael was back. Something moved on the blank screen like the shadow of a ceiling fan. He lay down and watched the rotation while he waited.
Michael returned with a smile on his face. He had such a pretty smile. They usually didn’t say much afterward, just looked at each other, and Michael smiled at him with that pretty smile and those lips he’d kissed some months ago now. Like yesterday, but it wasn’t.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” He had almost forgotten. “I’m going back to working in the office.”
“Why?” Michael wasn’t smiling anymore.
“We can’t take papers off site.”
“I thought you worked on the computer?” Michael said.
“I do, but there’s a form sometimes, or a handwritten note.”
“Then what did you do about that before?” Michael’s pitch rose. “You worked at home.”
“I told you. We can’t take papers off site anymore.”
Michael’s pitch peaked. “Why not?”