Richard
"Richard, do you have all the meetings set up with the vendors for the 4th of July this weekend?" My dad asks, barging into my office like a dictator on a rampage.
"Huh, no, I thought Tom was doing that," I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
"Dammit, Richard, I told you to do it. What's going on with you? Get your head together." I can hear dad mumbling even after slamming the door.
My dad is right. I'm physically present but mentally and emotionally checked out. I can't stop thinking about Claire. I didn't know she liked me kissing her. I didn't know she was going to jump on me the way she did, and I've been replaying that moment in my mind like a tape stuck on repeat.