There may be better ways to spend a day off, but Alice couldn’t think of any.
“A personal matter,” she’d said, and Mr. Underwood had approved her compassionate leave.
“Take two, Alice. Make a long weekend of it. I’ll see you, refreshed, on Monday.”
Little did she realize his consideration stretched to a bouquet and personal visit. Little did he realize her personal day involved gardening.
He’d caught her pouring the first shovelful of soil into the hole. Some things just should not be witnessed. And now she’d need a second hole. Husband and boss simply would not fit into one.