I miei colleghi mi prendevano in giro perché pranzavo con il bidello da 11 anni. Al suo funerale, il suo…

Every one. For years.

But laughing something off and not feeling it are two completely different things.

Most nights, I drove home on 315 turning those comments over and over in my head. Wondering if I’d become the office joke. Wondering if I should just start eating at my desk like

half the floor did.

I never did.

Charles never seemed to notice any of continue reading …