Buried

Though I wasn't sure of the day, I could vividly remember Martha's ugly drama with the landlord had taken place on a day when almost all the tenants were home.

I had pegged that day to be a weekend, Sunday in particular but with the events of the previous nights and my lingering doubts of which weekend, I had forgotten all about the soon to happen event, only just remembering now.

Leaving the confused Lucy, I walked over to my desk, checked my phone screen and confirmed the date.

14 March, a Sunday.

"Dress up" I said to Lucy who though lost, seeing the seriousness on my face quickly did as I said.

While Lucy buttoned up, my mind went through a swirl as I thought about how to handle the current situation.

For the matter concerning Martha, though I had been caught off guard, I had already long prepared for it, my problem right now was Lucy.