I spent the morning doing nothing dramatic.
That was the only correct response to the information that the filing had happened, or was happening, or would be completed before the afternoon was over. There was nothing to do. The wheels were in federal motion and my role in them had been completed the moment I sat across from Diane Marsh in a conference room on Lexington Avenue and placed a USB drive on the table. What happened next was not mine to manage or accelerate or affect in any way that would be useful.
So I read.
I sat in the library on the second floor with a book I had been meaning to finish for three weeks and I read it with the determined focus of someone who needed their hands and eyes occupied while their mind held everything else at a steady, controlled distance. The libra
