Friday pushed the file cabinet closed and went back to her desk. She carried the large brown manila folder in two hands. It had put on quite a lot of weight over the years. She dumped it with a thud on her desktop and then dropped herself into her chair. She sighed and brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. She wished she had some hair ties left. She always seemed to be running out of those darn things. She leaned over the folder and opened it to the first set of documents.
The yellowed paper in the folder was almost brittle to the touch, but Friday had been thumbing through it for a very long time and she knew how to be delicate. Being delicate was one her specialties in fact. She had always been soft on those that needed it and there were so many that needed it. Each one of them was another piece of paper in her extensive collection of files. But they were more than just paper to her, she loved them.
Those she didn’t love were Monday’s problem.
Friday found the page she was looking for and bit her bottom lip as she thought about the last time they were together. It seemed like forever but it really had only been a week. She knew men loved her, she knew women loved her too, but this one was special. They had truly enjoyed each other and she was worried it was just a passing fancy. She shook her head at the silly thought. Of course they’d enjoyed each other. They’ve been enjoying each other for years and years. Then why was she suddenly worried about him?
She knew that crazy woman Saturday was always waiting to get her sweaty hands on him and sometimes she did. But Friday just didn’t want that to happen anymore. Friday wanted him all to herself and she finally thought she had a foolproof plan to make him hers forever.
She stood up from her desk and went to her window. It was raining out again. Friday thought she’d better have another talk with Mother Nature soon. That woman was totally out of control. She’s been PMS-ing for 65 million years or so and enough was enough. But for now, the rain was just fine; all for the better in Friday’s plan.
He’ll never see Saturday again and Friday will have him always, now to work.
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