"Good morning," I said–with no attempt to diminish my presence but surely no attempt to startle him either. The jump spilled coffee on his desk blotter and burned his hands. He glared at me. "They told me I needed to come in here..." He pointed toward another room down the hall. Two pale, young girls were sitting at the desk whispering, pretending not to watch as I made my way towards them.
"Good morning," I said, and sat down...(please click next image)