The way he focused on the floor suggested he was more saddened than reassured by my answer. “It’s still raining. Let me give you a lift to work.” “I’m a big girl and I came prepared.” I held up my pink umbrella, complete with a wooden handle shaped like a flamingo’s head. “You need rest. Doctor’s orders.” “No rest for the wicked.” “Wicked? You’re as wicked as a puffin,”
