I remember I went cold the following Monday, when I heard Sharon had
been fired Friday for her extended lunch. When I heard that her
husband had phoned her boss to complain about it, my coldness turned
to ice. Why hadn’t she told me? How could she have done what she
did to me? What was so wrong with me, that someone could think they
could do something like that and have everything be OK? That really said
a lot about my worth as a human being. I tried to take a leave of
absence from work, but the inactivity made me think of her all the more
so I quickly went back. I’d never hurt so much in all my life.