All through the day, I can’t focus on work. I reach over to my bedside table and look at the time. Pornhat I sent an email. I’ll take care of you. I feel a flutter in my chest as I realize that I’m already anticipating his next message, already eager to please him. After a moment, she seems to accept my explanation and nods sympathetically. I sigh and begin to restock some of the empty items on the shelves, trying to focus on the task at hand. She hands me the letter. “And about the rent, please keep it.”
I tell her about the movers. I sent an email. Everything is fine. I think back to the past few days, to the way I felt when I was with my master.
