TorrieAs soon as my tea is done, I get Jane’s leash and put my coat back on.
What I have to do now is clear.
I flip up my hood and put on my big sunglasses.
The drive to the office doesn’t take long. My father has never been a patient man, so the office is all of five minutes away. Parking is leaving my nice red Porsche with a nice dignified young man whom we pay, who I think actually waits there the whole day until the odd time one of our six or so employees roll up and need their car parked.
As I walk up to the familiar black building, I glance at my reflection in the two-sided glass.
It’s always seemed fitting how we can see out the walls and no one can see in. The only thing is that you forget that you can be on the other side of that. I wonder how many other things are like that.
