Tuesday, April 23, 2013

SLPT1


She replaced the receiver handle back into the awaiting cradle. The recruiter had called again. She didn’t know what to say. Her commitments were always fulfilled. She couldn’t tolerate the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, knowing she had disappointed him. But what else could she do? All the excuses she’d given him over the past several weeks didn’t faze him or weaken his resolve, and the incessant calling had to stop. She’d made up her mind to go, but then she changed it, and that was it. A woman is still allowed to change her mind, isn’t she? She tried to reason with herself, the pangs of guilt still washing over her.

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