The Secret Place
I could see the top third of a room.
A drop ceiling with two panels missing.
The upper half of a whiteboard.
A wall calendar.
And, if I stood on the concrete curb at the base of the wall, which put me about nine inches higher, the top of a folding table and the people at it from the shoulders up.
Here is what I expected to see, and I think it is what anybody would expect, and I want it recorded so that the difference lands properly.
I expected menace.