When I got Sherry’s text I tried to phone her, but her cell was off. I assumed she must be on a plane going …?
We’d spoken about family and she had told me her’s was scattered and constantly moving for adventure. I don’t know if that was true, part true or a lie. I never analysed what Sherry told me.
At work she’d always say the right thing to make people feel good. Often it was untrue.
Sometimes she’d lie about having done something she hadn’t. Many times I’d help her, or do it for her.
She was using me, sure, but so what? A man like me doesn’t get smiles from beautiful women, or hugs. Or, of course, sex.