We started down the sidewalk together, Edie leaning on my arm. It felt good to have a purpose tonight, even a small one.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed and the screen flashed “Arthur.” My boss. I sighed.
“You should take that, dear,” Edie said, glancing at my phone.
“It’s just my boss,” I replied, hesitating. “He’s… not usually calling about anything nice.”
Edie chuckled softly. “Bosses rarely are, are they?”
“He probably wants me to do something ridiculous. Like… buy a Christmas tree or decorate his home.”
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