Bone has chosen these three words for today.
She'd had a knot in her stomach for days. What, exactly, was bothering her? On one hand, she wanted to zero in on what it was about the previous day's events that was troubling her, but on the other hand, it didn't matter. She should get it off her mind completely, and let it go. There never was a solution.
It was frustrating, her inability to describe to her supervisor or anyone else what kind of things were going on, back there. She knew that a slice of her life, while working with him, was bizarre, maddening, and degrading. And everyone just took if for granted: she had to work with him, even though he would not speak or cooperate, even as he was sneering and glaring. It was this way of his, of spitefully controlling everything, that made her want to pick up a heavy iron crimper and smash his face in. She had to get away.
And she did. As she lounged in front of her computer, typing drivel, she marveled how three days at a different job could so effectively erase so much anger. A few days ago, she was worried about looking like a complete idiot as she campaigned to take that demotion and sail away, but now, that's history.
Her mugshot will not appear on the front page, after all. Some things do work out for the best.