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TGIF, Really?

“TGIF!”
“What?”

Leah is in the breakroom, mournfully stirring Coffemate into her cup of decaf. Out the window she can see the rain falling on the morning mess of traffic on 23rd street.  Across the street there is sodden mess of a construction site, all lumber and blue tarps and puddles of mud.  As bright and perky Dan comes into the breakroom, Leah feels her grip tighten on the cup in her hand.  There are small scratch marks where her nails press into the styrofoam.

“What did you say to me?” she asks Dan.
“TGIF!” Dan sings. “Thank God It’s Friday!”
“Really?” Leah says. She takes a deep breath and sets her cup down on the counter.  She looks up at Dan and exhales, turning to face him head on.  “Really? Did you know my husband is out of town so it will be just me with our twin 5th graders all weekend? Did you know it’s mid-June and summer vacation is almost here?  My kids are crazy excited that they’re about to get out of school, they’re crazy angry that they still have a week left of school, they’re anxious and antsy, they’re belligerent and sullen, they’re hot and they’re cold and dammit Dan, did you know it’s going to rain all weekend? I’m stuck inside with them for the next two days! So no, Dan, TG I am Fucking not!

Dan takes a step away from Leah and fumbles in the pocket of his blazer. He extends his hand to her. “Here, you need this more than I do,” he says. “TGIC.”

Readers: What is the “C”?561

 

 

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