The God's Eye View
“. . . . . . .. . . . . . . . 29 Anders ushered Manus into his office with the usual courtesy. He’d received an odd text from Manus in the middle of the night: Please can I see you. I did something wrong. Anders had a good idea of what that something was, and if Manus felt the need to unburden himself, Anders would be pleased to take his confession.
“Marvin,” he said, after they were both seated on opposite sides of Anders’s desk. “What’s on your mind?”
Manus looked down and twisted his hands in his lap, the picture of guilt. Then he said, “I saw the woman again. Even though you told me not to.”
Yes, Anders knew very well that Manus had seen her again. He’d watched all of it, and indeed was already having a transcription prepared by someone fluent in American Sign Language.
“Why, Marvin?”
Manus reddened. “When I went to her apartment the first time, I stayed for dinner.”
“Yes, you told me.”
“But I didn’t tell you about afterward. Her son went to sleep, and, and . . .”
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