Cheery Goodnight



It’s 9:30 pm. I’m the only other person in the building, having just finished the late class. You’re sitting there, working away.

“Have a nice night,” we say overlapping.

I wave and walk out the door. It takes all my strength to do that.

Every muscle is straining to push your rolling chair back, grab you by the shoulders and shake you. “Go home! Go home! Go home, you idiot! You have two little ones at home! What are you, frickin’ insane?!”

“See you tomorrow,” I hear her call.

“Bye,” I race down the five flights of stairs, holding back the tears.

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