Caught

Caught

had been waiting for the call for most of the morning. I had already forewarned my executive secretary that I would be starting the long weekend early.

As I replaced the receiver on the cradle, I felt more then a little guilty. I had lied to my wife, Barbara. Telling her, I would not be able to go with her to visit her Grandmother, who lived four hours away across the state. It wasn’t that I didn’t love her; on the contrary, she was my heart and soul. It’s just that I was so looking forward to the long weekend and time alone.

I glanced at the desk clock as the numbers flipped over to read 2:35, not as early as I had hoped but I didn’t have to be back in the office until Wed morning. Barbara would not be home until late Wed afternoon. I grabbed my briefcase and headed for the parking lot, stopping long enough to wish my secretary a pleasant weekend.