I did not open it

A meeting came in my email today. Cynthia sent it. Bella was on it too. The thirteenth. Their office on West 22nd.

I sent it to Deon. No note. He wrote back three words. Do not respond. So I did not. I just put it away. Eyes shut.

They want me in the chair. I am not going.

Henry came back. Walked the rooms again. Six days now.

I keep thinking about my mum. Salon in Atlanta. How she looks at end of day. So tired and so quiet in the back room. Like she earned that quiet.

I am loud inside today. So loud. But they will not get a sound from me.

I think that is winning. I think.