I am waiting for you, holding two coats, this is stupid.
I see you, I think. And there again I see you, I am certain. THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE IN THE LOBBY WHO LOOK EXACTLY LIKE YOU!
You are getting closer and closer to me; standing against a wall; nearer, inspecting a blood-sugar meter and insulin pump? (I don't recall you diabetes); sitting on a bench and stealing the odd glance at me and then not, drinking a bottle of Evian, who never drank your water flat.
You are both circling the information desk waiting for the free hours to begin (are you not still flush from selling your majority shares of the Corporation at, presumably, the exact right moment?).
THREE! You also have just come from the gift shop. You are on the bench, eyes and lips as pouty as the time I kissed your wrists at your grandfather's funeral. Right in front of everyone.
Now you are all gone.
Is that you holding the green Panda Express cup? No it's not.
