Ten minutes have passed but Carmen hasn’t
managed two minutes of work. She’s aggravated. Any second now she expects she
will be interrupted again.
Her tablet helpfully asks if she wants to
go to where she left off. She taps the screen and is zipped to the
half-finished sentence. What did she have in mind there? If she can’t
remember…she’ll have to figure something else out.
It’s impossible, she wants to yell, but in
the past, she has managed just fine. Today is just one of those days, with lots
of interruptions. But ten minutes have passed, she could be writing.
