Poor M. Announced, "not that you care, but I have a temp of 99 degrees" (her norm is 97).
She's kind of moping about -- probably a bit concerned about my reaction to last night....
Well, she'd best not push it, because I am in touch with my feelings... I am quietly very angry. Each time I walk past the drywall mess and hole in the wall.... makes me grimace.
I cleaned up a bit of glass still left from the flute she broke last night. She was standing there as I did it and remarked, "I don't know why that glass broke..."
I just thought, are you truly out of touch of the fact that you either slammed it on the counter or threw it there.... and broke it....
What a tragic and troubled person.
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