Chapter 38
I’ve been Michael’s companion for a month, but I’ve never left his desk. At least with Rob, I went places. I saw the Tube, Southbank, Soho. Is this my life? Missing what I had but didn’t think I wanted? Or is this what growing up feels like? If only I were next to a psychology Book, even Therapy for Beginners, I could ask.
Instead, I remain in Michael’s small, cramped office. If there were an award for neatness, he would not be nominated. His desk is the destination for every random piece of paper in his periphery.
I’m surrounded by Books awaiting their on-screen fate while scripts form stacks like their own versions of Leaning Towers of Pisa. Two westerns spit words at each other, as if in a verbal showdown. Three vampire novels sit on a shelf. One speaks in a teen-aged ling
