Who should saunter up then but Ludmil, master of timing that he is. He’s chewing on some pizza crust.He nods towards the swarm of cameras clustered behind us, all faceless members of the pressmuttering to each other. “They want you to say a few words.”
“I will,” I tell him. “I have something to do first.”
Ludmil nods at me, then saunters back the way he came to hold them off for another few minutes. Heprobably figures this is some clever publicity stunt.
If only that were all there was to it.
On her side of the table, Joy is already summoning a goodbye. “You look busy, and I should be goinganyway.”
I almost smile. Despite her circumstances, the woman still has her pride. It remains to be seenwhether it will help or hurt her.
“Just one thing first,” I te
