Forty-Two Years Ago
Edward Haswell enters, hanging his coat on a nail at the back of the door.
His receptionist intercepts him as he strides towards his office, her voice low. “Mr Haswell, You have a visitor. Al Kimberley is waiting for you….” Haswell curses under his breath. “I’m sorry, sir. I tried to get him to go, but he insisted….”
He holds up a hand. “It’s alright, Linda. It’s not you I’m annoyed at.” He inhales deeply, then exhales just a deeply. “I’ve been expecting this and I’m not looking forward to it, but some things….”
“Do you want me to bring in coffee?”
“No, he’ll not be staying long.”
*****
The man waiting in his office is a pale reflection of the one Haswell first met. Even seated, he seems stooped. His face is deeply lined, almost haggard and there are dark shadow
