After graduating, I’d gone straight to working at Bob’s firm, and heaven knew there were no like-minded people there.
Once you get used to being on your own, it becomes normal. It certainly had become so for me.
Why, now, did Raymond want to be my friend? Perhaps he was lonely too.
Perhaps he felt sorry for me. Perhaps—incredible, this, but, I supposed, possible—he actually found me likable. Who knew?
I turned toward him, wanting to ask why, wanting to tell him how glad I was to have finally found a friend,
but his head had fallen onto his chest and his mouth was slightly open.
He sprang back to life quickly, though. “Wasn’t sleeping,” he said, “just... resting my eyes for a minute. It’s been a hell of a day.”
“It has,” I said, and I meant it. I slipped my kitten heels on and asked if he could call me a taxi.
I was horrified to see that it was almost nine. I peered anxiously between the curtains.
It was dark now. It would be safe in the taxi, though. The drivers were all checked by the police, weren’t they?
Raymond walked me down to the front of the building and opened the cab door.
“Safe home, Eleanor,” he said. “Have a good weekend. See you Monday, yeah?”
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