Office Hours, April 18
Thursday wasn't hiding. Thursday Next didn't hide, unless there was Goliath, a Minotaur or Cordelia Flakk involved, and even then it wasn't hiding, it was only avoidance. That was the case today. Thursday was tucked away in her office with a mocha, a copy of Mansfield Park and the door half-closed, but still knockable in case anyone needed her.
Friday was at her feet behind the desk playing with a toy lorry. Finding a babysitter was difficult after the past few days, since most of the regulars had refused to take any calls. She couldn't really blame them.
Friday was at her feet behind the desk playing with a toy lorry. Finding a babysitter was difficult after the past few days, since most of the regulars had refused to take any calls. She couldn't really blame them.