The Days I Did His Job

The second thing I left out of my account to Ruki happened in the middle of May, and it is the one I understand least, even now.

Daniel’s mother is called Bernadette and she is seventy-nine and lives alone in Chorlton in a house with a step she won’t have taken out. On the fourteenth of May she fell on it, and broke her hip, and was taken to Wythenshawe, and I knew none of this for two and a half days.

What I knew was that he was being pleasant.

You have to have watched a person for five months to see it. He came in on time. He said good morning. He agreed with everything in the Tuesday meeting, including two things that were wrong, and he agreed with them warmly, which is his tell. He sent an email at seven in the morning with a revised drawing…