08:30 p.m.
The clock jingled out half past nine in the evening. Kold frowned.
“You don’t like loud sounds?” the Lawyer asked.
“Not when they are imposed on me.”
The Lawyer stood up, opened the clock and stopped the ticker.
“So what would you like to talk about, Mr. Kold?”
“What? I don’t know … Everything. Or more precisely, about lots of things. I am at a crossroads, a bifurcation point, and to me it is important … important to understand what is happening. Both to me and to the world, as melodramatic as that sounds.”
“You need to get it off your chest,” the Lawyer nodded. “Well, it is good. For us lawyers, the principal who makes contact is always better than those who stay tight-lipped. You know, I don’t like the word ‘client’, so popular with American lawyers – it always reminds
