The Camera Behind the Books
Her name is Dorothy Keene, she is sixty-one, and what she said was: “Right.
You’re on leave from now, not from Monday.
I’ll do the team.
Don’t email me and don’t apologize.”
She held my job for eleven weeks.
She never once asked for a detail.
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