I sat there, in a looks-like-Voldemort’s-Ministry-of-Magic-Boardroom. The third story of a law office in our midwestern downtown. My cold, clammy hands clutched a legal agreement. I looked up from the papers to the outside.
but what does the paper say??? read on, valiant soul!When one door is barred off…
I can’t go anywhere without my pillow, which, to be honest, can be replaced by one towel.