“No. I found my boundaries.”
Her eyes shifted to the calendar. “What’s this supposed to be?”
“My future side business. Morning childcare. $50 per morning. Prepayment required.”
“This is heartless!”
“Do what? Ask to be compensated for my time? Request basic respect?”
She stomped toward the door. “You’ll regret this!”
I raised my mug. “Add it to the invoice.”
The door slammed so hard my windows rattled.
Silence filled the house. Sweet, peaceful silence.
Then, from outside, a scream: “WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!”
I walked to the window.
