Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
I opened my laptop and went to the school payment portal.
The tuition bill was due Friday.
I entered the amount, the account number, and the date.
The screen said scheduled.
I closed the laptop.
Then I made a cup of coffee in the kitchen.
The machine was old and loud, but it worked.
I carried the cup back to the desk and set it beside the astronaut.
The tiny plastic astronaut stood guard beside the freshly poured cup of coffee.