While The Cat Is Away...

Months passed by as I remained in this tortured state of mind, and soon the next year was well into play. I had delegated responsibilities among my employees and relied on them for the daily operations of my shop. My participation entailed quick phone calls in which I pretended to be interested in how everything was going. However, I was not fooling anyone because they could not help but notice the absence of my once hawk-like supervision. As the old saying goes, “While the cat is away, the mice will play”. Little did I know or care, my mice were playing a lot during this time. This suddenly came to my attention when my phone rang one afternoon waking me from sleep. At first I did not answer, but after it continued to ring I picked it up and angrily asked who it was. My bank informed me that I needed to come in so they could speak with me about a problem with my business account. I asked them if they could take this up with my manager, in which they replied “no”. I told them I would be in the following morning, but they informed me it would be best to come in immediately. As I showered, I began to feel for the first time since my mother’s death. Unfortunately, it was fear.