Indignity and the inevitable.

           Jefferson combed his hands up his face and looked at the desk blotter calendar.  This would take some figuring out.  He never took “comp time.”  Maybe that’s what he’d call it.  It never felt right to take time off in the middle of the day, no matter how early he came in or how late he left.  The staff didn’t see him when he wasn’t there.  He would have thought he could stop justifying himself to them by now, but that wasn’t the case.  He would always be justifying himself....

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