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touch as I pass by. I wait for

my check but before he

hands it to me, he says,

I scheduled you to work on

Christmas. I know you asked for it

off, but Midge has seniority. She asked

first. He measures my reaction, which

must disappoint him. No way would

I work Christmas, but I already

planned to quit today. “Sorry,

Kevin. You probably know I’m

living in the North Valleys now, and

the commute has become impossible.

I was going to give two weeks’

notice, but I’m not going to

work Christmas Day.”

His face flares, one

shade lighter than purple.

Damn, it’s scary! You can’t

just up and quit like that. What

am I supposed to do for help?

He’s actually waiting

for an answer.

“I don’t know, Kevin.

Maybe you’ll have to work

it yourself. Or call up one of

your little hos. I couldn’t care

less. In fact, I may as well

leave right now. I think

it looks like snow.”

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