Chapter 11
“The elevator was crowded with so many people, yet when I began counting them, to take my mind off…well, you know, my problem, I took this as a good omen, knowing I always felt better in closed spaces; a full car, for me, was a happy car. I’m always afraid I’ll get lost in all that space. And who wouldn’t with the air so full of molecules that break into atoms and bombard one from every direction.”
“Atoms and molecules. Hmmm.” She was peppering her version today with a bit of chemistry. He hadn’t heard the atoms and molecules part before. He flashed her a halfhearted smile.
“See, I knew you wouldn’t understand. I saw that smile or whatever it was. I’m trying to be honest here, but my private thoughts are sometimes scary. Even to me.”
“Let’s get back to your story. You were in Harold’s building.”