… Before I have time to feel pleased with myself
the air stewardess returns, “Mister Em will see you now,” she smiles.
Had she been waiting until I found the camera?
Would things have been different if it had taken longer?
We engage in pleasantries as we walk the long
corridors of Mister Em’s power but I do not afford them my full attention,
for my mind is still whirring from that discovery in the waiting room.
What can it mean?
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