Page 30 of Strut

When Lisa arrived at her townhouse, she went to her entrance on the first floor and slammed the door.Josh lived on the second floor and had a different entry way.Her phone beeped, but it was only Josh asking if she was alright since her door slammed.He must have been home to hear that.She said yeah, just a terrible day.He asked if she wanted company, but she didn’t, she wanted to start writing her article about the racist, prejudice bastard.She would have to look it up to see which he was, racist, prejudice, or both.

Lisa did not realize how mad she was until her stomach growled and she heard how loud she was banging on the keys of her ergonomic keyboard.The keyboard had not done anything to her, but that man, Richard Wells, did.She reread her article and smiled.She thought she should probably wait until another day for submitting it, but she knew her anger might kindle a little and she would probably change it.She wanted to send it now so he could feel the full weight of her wrath.This was probably not wise, but she did not care at the moment.Hoping it would be a significant backlash, she hit send, which emailed the article to her editor.

Finally, she re-heated her spaghetti from last night, grabbed a bottle of wine and ate in silence.Her phone chimed again, but this time it was Danny.He was saying that he missed her and couldn’t wait to get home.She slightly smiled as they had been dating seriously for over a few years now.She thought he would be proposing soon, but that seemed to be the furthest thing from Danny’s mind.He was currently in California, working on a book with a USC (University of Southern California) professor.Danny was a research guru, which was good when she was taking the quantitative method’s class and he helped her passed with anA.Lately, she was not feeling his profession, nor his commitment to research and definitely not their future.

Lisa was thinking about going back to school for Community Planning and Urban Development, but she was not definite nor did she think she would be able to do this and continue to teach.Temple University had a new program that she thought might be a good fit, but she wanted to get more information first.

Finishing her wine, she received another text from the editor that read, “Ouch.”

She knew she had hit her mark.

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