I reach. Something is not right. My chair is turned the other side. I see a glint at the top edge, it is his bald patch.

"What brings you here?", I ask.
"Sit down. We need to talk" says he.

I take my place, he turns around. We are face to face now. I can see the veins in his cruel eyes, i avoid them. The past comes flashing through. The life, ( Read more... )