coldness of the handrail under my fingers – I walk up and round the turn in the
stairs to sign in at the desk. ... “Umm...hello?” The cat studies me for a long
moment, then starts washing behind one ear. Right. I try again. “Hello? ... nearby
before a woman with huge curly black and silver-streaked hair appears from
behind me, edging around the desk. ... “Go on through,” she says, waving the pen
in the direction of the second door on the right and snatching the list away before
I get the ...
