"Afternoons are forever in the summer," Annie sighed and sipped her iced tea. "Mornings start way too early too; but, you can get around that if you put a pillow over your head and ignore the cats. Afternoons, however, are another matter entirely."
"At least you're at home sipping tea," Grace offered. The early hours of the afternoon had been trying for her friend. Dealing with government offices was somewhere above going to the dentist or same-day surgery in terms of torture. Nothing for it but hours of waiting with the dogged stoicism of an animal at a slaughterhouse.
"You've got that right," Annie said with a smile. "I think it's over...until the next letter that is...if the next letter comes. It's why I don't get my mail on the weekend."
"The fear of a letter...," Grace began, knowing her friend's long standing refusal to check the mail box on weekends or holidays.
"...From the IRS, the DMV, or the California State Franchise Tax Board. You'd think they'd find an easier name."
"Now, why on Earth would you think that?" Grace laughed.
"You have a point," Annie answered.
"How's work?" Grace asked. Her friend looked like life lay heavy on her and these long afternoons were good for long conversations.
"Still have a job. There's a student I'm fixing to pray for..."
"Really difficult?"
"Yes! Nailed it in one. Difficult people are best prayed for -- love the difficulty right out of them. At least, that's been my experience in the past."
This has got to be one of the most boring pieces I've ever written :( Sometimes writing what you know just doesn't work.
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