Chapter 8: It Has To Be Tomorrow
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This is it. Today is the day. Maybe tomorrow, but definitely soon. I can feel it. My love is finally on her way home. The only problem is, I�m expecting a few of my contacts to show up today, and there is no way of letting them know that today isn�t a good day. But then again, no day is ever good unless Max is here.
Since I woke up so early, I spent a good portion of the morning cleaning up the apartment. With no one dropping in out of nowhere any more, I never really found the excuse to do a good cleaning. I found up the ingredients for another one of my cooking creations, and then set to work on my latest Eyes Only case.
Bling was out of town for the week, and so I was given the opportunity to work without distractions, or so I thought. My doorbell was ringing all day. Contacts were coming over, some of whom brought their kids, who in turn decided that my apartment was the perfect place to blare their music. Normally I wouldn�t have minded, but the noise caused a great many of my neighbors to come to my door, asking to turn down the music. It seemed as though everyone and their dog had to pick today to come and see me. The one day that I didn�t want anyone to come. Well, except for Max. But, I wanted her to come everyday.
Finally everyone began to leave, and I got the chance to cook myself some dinner. After eating and cleaning up, I made my way to my computer. I looked to see if there were any messages for me, but there were none. This normally would have given me the opportunity to dig deeper into whatever case I was working on, but my heart seemed desperate to set a new record as to the number of beats per minute it could do, so anything that required concentrating seemed to be out of the question.
I sat down on my couch, looked out my window, and overlooked the broken city below. The lights were just beginning to turn on. This surprised me, because I usually never got a chance to eat until well after sundown. I watched in a daze as the dusk turned to full blown night. It was getting hard to see out the window, for all I could see was my forlorn expression, staring me down in my reflection. Today was not the day that I was waiting for. It must be tomorrow then. It has to be.
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