Harpo peeked into Sam’s office. Sam was gone but there was a globe on the desk so Harpo crept inside and spun it to look at Russia, no, the Soviet Union now. It was massive. He slipped out of the office, and into the big hallway.
Harpo walked past a pretty girl and leered. At first she glared, but then her eyes lit up with that look, the movie star recognition. She smiled, teeth dazzlingly bared, and Harpo saw a way forward, that familiar chess game series of moves that led right into her bedroom. He moved closer to her, now put his hand on her lower back, that lovely topography, that taper and swell, but then he was walking to the registration hallway again. He didn’t even remember turning away. There had been no in-between between there and here, he was just moving, and he’d promised hi
