"She took the subway at the downtown to go home. In truth, she didn’t really know where she wanted to be in that moment. She could be just going home after one more day taking part of that boring routine. But she just can’t do it. She’s not able to. Doesn’t know exactly why. Maybe it’s ‘cuz she’s guessing about things that just don’t stop happening. After all, perhaps, she actually prefers that he makes a mistake. She expects him to do something wrong, something that makes she feels better with herself. But inside she knows that he probably won’t, and knows that these thoughts are going to overturn her.
Whatever, she’s totally hopeful: if he does something wrong, she’ll be free from guilty, somehow. Leastways is what she guesses. He makes a mistake; he’s going to be the blame. Her conscious will be clean, and everything will be fine.
I don’t really think so."
