truth

This couldn’t be happening.

Things always went according to plan, and that was how Janice liked them.  She only felt comfortable when things were in order.  Everything had its own place: one place only.  Every dust mite was terminated and every minute of her life carefully calculated.    

That’s why she didn’t do well with people.  She couldn’t deal with all of that emotional crap.  They were all just faces to her.  She avoided contact with most people unless completely necessary, only if she knew they would be of some use to her.  She hated small talk.  She rarely communicated with strangers; her eyes were constantly glued to the ground.  People had always let her down in the past.  But she was no fool.  She’d learned her lesson long ago.  

   All of this anxiety over a note, a stupid, stupid note.  How could he do this to her now?  Things were finally starting to go her way and then he had to bring her back there, swing her out of control again.  Right when things were just beginning to reach a level of normalcy.

 He just didn’t understand.  Things were different now; she was different now.  He didn’t know everything; he just couldn’t.  She knew he was bluffing.  She wouldn’t let him win.
 To top it all off she was late, an offence she normally considered unforgivable.  She straightened her skirt and scurried off in a cloud of fear, confusion, and aggravation.