Saturday, 4 August 2007

77: hey

Hey, says Carmella, coming up to the clocking-in machine.

Hey, I say.

Not clocking in? she says.

I forgot my number, I say.

Oh, she says.

Yeah, I say.

Right, she says.

She starts to clock in.

Okay then, I say.

Yep, she says.

She finishes clocking in.

Mmm-hmm, I say.

Uh-huh, she says.

There is nothing left to do now but arrange a day of the week for me to come round to dinner.

We stay there, looking down at our shoes next to the clocking-in machine.

I wait patiently for Carmella to arrange a day of the week for me to come round to dinner.

Carmella turns away instead and walks down the corridor towards the shop floor.

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