Saturday, November 8, 2008
I didn’t go to his funeral. I didn’t want to pretend we liked each other. He liked me less than I liked him, though he was my boss and we worked together for five years. We were at constant odds. At the time I left, we weren’t even speaking to each other. He had a hellish, lingering death, though. His purgatory on earth, I guess.
Posted by Bev Sykes at 12:02 AM