Eeli could be a quick learner when he wanted to. He had filed the mistakes of his past interviews in his private review list. This time Eeli wouldn’t stare at his appraiser with dead lizard eyes. He really didn’t, and he didn’t interrupt him, not much. But still the meeting went wrong in some hazy and absurd way, typical for Eeli. Eeli could sense it from the very beginning when his long-fingered hand sank into the wide, hairy, and quite moist paw of his host.
This time the interviewer was the owner of the company. He was middle-aged, very loud, and in many ways much like Moona’s dad. Eeli tried all his tricks to restrain himself, and he managed to keep the conversation from becoming openly hostile.
The man had been impressed, Eeli could tell. He seemed somewhat confused or unhappy as th
