38 - Kathleen
A small of sweat and tobacco and bad breath filled the crowded room of the consultation. I could feel all the stares piercing my back as I delivered my personal memoir’s findings at the standing microphone. I kept my voice clear, talking in shorter sentences to keep the attention of the four commissaries who would report their conclusions to some upper level of governing bodies. The Fallsworth mayor and his straggly beard were absent.
Of course, the old goat couldn’t be bothered. A younger guy sat in his seat, looking like a crafty lawyer in his neatly pressed gray suit and striped tie.
For the audiences, I had put on a classical pantsuit (no way I would display my piano legs here), projecting what I hoped would be a powerful but balanced persona, light years from the craz
