Seeking Miss Carson
Mid Monday morning I close my office door, phoning Ms. Jenkins’ office knowing that Miss Carson will pick up.
“Oh, Ryan, I was going to call you. Ms. Jenkins wants to see you... tomorrow, 11:00 a.m.”
“I’ll be there... promptly,” for some reason eager to exhibit my obeisance. “But I’d like to talk to you, Miss Carson.”
“So Ryan, want to take off your clothes and clean my kitchen again?” her tone so tauntingly firm yet ribald.
I prefer not to await the weekend, and so state.
“Ms. Jenkins will be leaving at 2:00 p.m., for the remainder of the day,” seeming to know that a sub rosa discussion is preferred. “We can use her office. And I understand there will be some photos... and a video tape... to be added to your file.”
I am stunned to silence... Becky disseminating
