Some Bright Morning
When we heard Lorraine died, a silent wave passed across our ocean of cubicles, dissipating as it rippled out, disappearing altogether in the corners of 4-South where they knew her only as that woman in Payables who was sick for so long. Marion put her head down, looked through her craft drawer, and made a note to buy a sympathy card for us to sign. Slowly work resumed; the rising sound of clicking keyboards and burbling voices was like crabs and the simmering pot. The young manager pulled a Lifesaver from Lorraine’s candy dish. Marion had been keeping it full.
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