Under the Desk
As I walked into John’s office, the first thing that I noticed was his desk. It was littered with books and papers and computer disks. The second thing that I noticed was that he was not in it. I took a moment to refresh my lipstick, a bright shade of red, and returned to the receptionist’s desk. “Oh yes, I’m sorry,” she said. “He’s gone to lunch. He should be back in 10 minutes or so. Feel free to wait in his office if you like.” I nodded and...