Klempner sits up in bed, propped by pillows, reading some report. Stacks and sheaves and files of documents take up most of a side table, the small space remaining is just enough to accommodate a coffee cup.
Jotting some note into a margin, he doesn’t notice me at first, standing in the doorway.
I tap on the door. “Got a minute?”
He looks over the top of his report. “I have nothing but minutes right now.”
but“It’s a lovely day outside, so we’re having lunch on the terrace. Sunshine aside, it’s a sort-of goodbye party for Marty. We thought you might like to join us out there and enjoy the sunshine?”
“Sounds good, but…” He waves a hand over his piles of papers… “…I’m working. There’s my files and…”
“Not a problem. We’ll ferry down whatever you need and set you up on a lounger with a si
