It’s 30 minutes to midnight. Saturday night. I just stumbled in from the bar. I’m not high. OK, I’m high. But just a bit. I’m eating a banana. For some reason, I love eating bananas after drinking. I swear …
She sees me into a room, a boardroom. A swanky one. A large dark table stretches across the opulent room. The seats are all high back and they receive your weight with a familiar springy stoicism. One of them …
