She rinsed her mouth with the coffee on the nauseating bus ride. She’d eaten the bagel at the bus stop. She knew, later, she would have to secretly pocket the public restroom key and then make up some excuse to leave the office. Better they think I’m slacking off than taking a dump, she thought and then laughed.
Llama.
• • •
Morning came, as usual, at 0600 hours for Jillian. She felt good and hungry (some mornings she woke up feeling full, and those were not usually good days) and her bed was warm. For the first two minutes of each day, she felt like an actual normal living thing with manageable tasks. But then her brain would whisper the words “every morning is an opportunity waiting to happen,” and, behind that phrase, she would know there were things she had done wrong, there were people who were against her, and there was generally a lot of disappointment in her life. She would sit on the edge of her bed and look at the window, which faced another window of an apartment across the courtyard. Sometimes she had time to shower, but it wasn’t always important.
She poured Adam some Apple Jacks and picked him up out of his bed, set him down in the kitchen, and then watched him eat. He didn’t even open his eyes. He was hilarious.
Since black coffee was disgusting, Jillian liked to get a Starbucks on her drive to work. She knew she could save money if she made her own, but there was a drive-through right past Adam’s day care, and it was good to have a treat, so she treated herself. The downside was it gave her heartburn.
When she got to work, Jillian microwaved the remainder of her Starbucks and opened her email.
“Oh, this is cute,” she said.
On the computer screen there was an email from Sister Grace about how dogs were better people than people. Enjoy this, I know I did !!!!!!!!!! it said.
“This is real cute.” Jillian hit forward and selected twenty of her contacts.
The door opened.
“Hey, Megan!” said Jillian.
“Hi,” said Megan.
“I just sent you an email.”
“Okay.”
“It’s nothing serious, but it’s real cute, okay?”
“Okay, let me turn on my computer.”
She’s going to like this, thought Jillian.
“Do I have any messages so far?” asked Megan.
“Nope, phones haven’t started ringing just yet,” said Jillian. “So, what’s new with you?”
“Nothing.” Megan felt awkward for saying it that way. “I mean, nothing’s really changed since yesterday. How was your night?”
“It was good. I think I’m going to hold off on getting that dog.”
Megan opened her email and saw the thing from Jillian.
“Two hundred dollars is too much for an adoption fee. I just don’t think I feel okay paying it,” said Jillian.
“Yeah, well, I know I wouldn’t want a dog. Seems like it would be really inhibiting if you wanted to go on vacation or have friends, or inhibiting financially at least, if you want to be able to pay your bills. That’s what the adoption fee is for. To weed people out.”
“Yeah, well, I guess I just thought my son would like having a dog.”
“Right,” said Megan.
“Anyway, nothing new with you, then?”
“Nope. Nothing at all.” Megan’s hangover was critical.
“You get your email?” asked Jillian.
“Yeah, I got it. Cute dogs.”
“I know, I just thought that was so funny.”
I just want to get my work done so I can go home, thought Megan. And then what?
Things are going to get better after a while, after I get a few more things in order and out of the way, things are going to start getting better, I promise, thought Jillian. I promise.
Dr. Billings poked his head out of his office. “Uh, Jillian,” he said. “Did you get a chance to order those gowns?”
“Yeah, I ordered them last week when you asked me to.”
“They haven’t come yet. Usually it only takes a few days. They’re in town. If you haven’t ordered them yet, I could always drive by after work.”
“No, I ordered them. I don’t know why they haven’t come yet, but I ordered them.”
“Okay. If they don’t come tomorrow, why don’t you give them a call. They might not have the right address, but they should have our address.”
“No problem,” said Jillian. Megan rolled her eyes. “I’ll give ’em a call tomorrow,” said Jillian.
“Okay. I don’t have patients until one, right?” asked Dr. Billings.
“Nope, that’s right,” said Jillian.
“Okay,” said Dr. Billings. “I’ll be back.” He left the office. Jillian picked up the phone and in a moment whispered, “Hi, my name is Jillian and I’m calling from Dr. Billings’ office. Yeah. Hi. I’d like to place an order for some surgical gowns. You got it.”
Megan paused from her work and shook her head. I’m shaking my head with disbelief, she thought. But then she realized an opportunity had been presented to her, and she slipped the public restroom key into the waistband of her skirt and went outside for a smoke break.
The cigarette undid her tension from the top down, liquefying her brain, lungs, fingers, bowels, spirit, etc.
In the locked single-toilet public restroom, between spasms, she leaned back on the flush pipe and thought.
“Do you have a name for that llama yet?”
“No, I don’t have a name yet.”
“Why don’t you name it Megan?”
“Uuuhhmmm?”
“Yeah, you can name it Megan and then you can take a knife and stab it in the ass or the face or wherever you want. Whatever you want, really, but if you name it Megan it’ll be like I’m close to you while you work.”
“Uh, what?”
“Not that I want to be near you. You know I don’t like you, right?”
“Uh, what?”
“I just think it would be pleasant to have some kind of non-sentient representation of myself floating out there in the world.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You know, not sentient? Like it doesn’t have any self-awareness or consciousness? The llama?”
“Yeah, I know what the word means.”
“Oh, right, you went to grad school. I forgot
