East of Innocence
“I am ready for Baldwin’s visit now, infused with that warm, charged, delicious anticipation I always feel before the threat of confrontation and violence; it is the feeling I imagine an addict experiences walking home to his flat with his score in his pocket, about to sate an urge that can never be fully mastered.
Baldwin keeps me waiting, but I would not have expected anything less. Twenty minutes late, I hear the bell ring and walk to my small lobby, let him in. He walks past me without a wor...d, looking at the tiny entranceway with the deliberately unimpressed air of a man taking a look about a vacant house he knows he can well afford. Although I have to admit that what he sees is not in the least impressive: two metres of mismatched floor tiles and a bulb that wants a lightshade.
‘Through here?’ he asks, opening the only door, into my office. I do not bother to reply, follow him in, already furious that he has taken control of my space. If he sits behind my desk, I promise myself emptily, I will break his jaw.MoreLess
Baldwin keeps me waiting, but I would not have expected anything less. Twenty minutes late, I hear the bell ring and walk to my small lobby, let him in. He walks past me without a wor...d, looking at the tiny entranceway with the deliberately unimpressed air of a man taking a look about a vacant house he knows he can well afford. Although I have to admit that what he sees is not in the least impressive: two metres of mismatched floor tiles and a bulb that wants a lightshade.
‘Through here?’ he asks, opening the only door, into my office. I do not bother to reply, follow him in, already furious that he has taken control of my space. If he sits behind my desk, I promise myself emptily, I will break his jaw.MoreLess
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