A lot of the things he said yesterday were . . . I kind of brought this on myself, didn’t I? Thus curbing my satisfaction over ruffling his feathers. Reporting my movements to my über-demanding instructor during my free hours is so not on my bucket list.īut. Instead of cutting me some slack, he made himself my babysitter for the next month. After all, I humbled myself in front of the man, admitted I made a mistake and asked for his help, taking several blows to my pride in the process. There really should be a sense of victory at the thought of giving him a jolt.
As soon as I’m dismissed for the day, I’m going to march into his precinct and shock the smug expression right off his face. That’s what the lieutenant expects from me, right?Īround the time the water began to run cold, though, I decided I don’t want to be predictable. In the beginning, I was dead set on launching straight into an explanation of my whereabouts, followed by a quick assurance that I’m staying out of trouble-kind of like I have been for twenty-six years-after which I would hang up without waiting for a response.
curiosity, I couldn’t stop myself from rehearsing our first phone call in the shower this morning.
Not that I can avoid him after the deal I made with the devil yesterday, but I’ll ride this wave of avoidance as long as possible. At least Greer isn’t scheduled as our instructor today.
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