Fred runs his eye down the list in his inbox. There it is. Third from the bottom. From Ginger.

There are a few spam messages he deletes.

He reads a few blogs and looks again. Still there. Of course.

Deep sigh. He moves the mouse until the pointer touches her name. Finger poised over the button. But he moves it to the X and closes the program instead.

He needs to read it. He wants to read it. He will read it.

Just… not yet….

Posted by Tim