The General Pays a Visit
As we wait, I don’t speak – just sit sipping my scotch on the rocks. You don’t talk either. We just wait there in silence on either side of the living room. Me in the armchair, you nervously upright on the edge of the sofa – dressed in your finest blouse and skirt. You glance repeatedly at the clock on the wall. And finally, we hear the knock on the door. The knock that signals that the game is about to begin. You open the door and let the general in. He’s an elderly gentleman - tall and...