“Good morning, useless,” he said from behind the curtain of the morning paper.
“But we just got here.” Jimmy whined as he slumped back into his seat.
One more step. Just one step is all that is between me and a sheer drop hundreds of feet to the ocean below.
It was a hard decision to send him away but Margie and I got to the point that we were out of options.
“How did we get here?” I ask, tossing another grape in the air to catch in my mouth.
Steel doors open and she emerges to face a wall of blinking lights.
I just finished lodging a formal complaint against the scumbag who has been stealing my lunch.