I guess I could have phoned, but what was I going to say? Talking to him right then would only have made things worse. He’d want me to say sorry. And I’d want to tell him what a jerk he was. I figured I’d give it a day to blow over. I tried to study for history. I tried to do a landscape for my portfolio. I tried to read a trashy magazine, but I couldn’t even concentrate on that. This thing with Leo was really bugging me. I ended up just hanging around the house and picking stupid fights with everyone until it was time to leave for work at six o’clock. I was surprised to see Mr. Abdul there. Normally his wife does the dayshift, but he told me she was having trouble with her pregnancy. The doctor didn’t want her on her feet that day. Mr. Abdul must have been bagged by the time I arrived. He’d been working for eighteen hours straight. I guess that’s why the place was such a disaster. The shelves hadn’t been stocked all day, and the snack counter was a mess. I didn’t care.
