by Eric Ortlund
It’s frightening to think what might happen when roommates rule the house.
He showed up at work again today. I don’t know if it was boredom or just wanting something more than his own company, but he stumbled through the revolving doors, his forehead bonking on the glass, and staggered up to me. My first thought was to take a sick day . . . but he might not leave with me. I thought about what he might do in my absence and shuddered.
I checked my watch: 10:45. I might be able to make it until lunch time.
