Three minutes late was her little protest that nobody could complain about. It meant she was independent.
This particular morning she had a hangover, though she was a full decade out of college and graduation was the last time, on stiff rum and cokes, she had been drunk, perhaps her hangover was a result of her desire not to be at work. "Maybe I am catching a cold," she told herself.
But her hangover wasn’t a cold. And it wasn’t caused by her job either. Susan had a bad case of mind parasites. Unlike a heart attack or cancer, her malaise moved in so slowly that she hadn't noticed. Her passion and desire were in decline. She hadn't done anything daring or creative in years; her life and liveliness were slipping away from her.