Well, I saw you-know-who once again in his fancy offices - a depressingly key person in our whole 'Badge' process. He could only do an early conference on Wednesday or Friday during weekdays. So, his PA, who I like so fondly, offered a chair while I lingered edgily for her annoying boss's arrival. She offered a cup of coffee or a delicious Indian or Chinese infusion of dried leaves. I chose, in preference, a cool glass of good old H2O. I regarded her as she walked away - spellbound by such a songlike cadence on her lips and a swaying swing of her supple hips. When she had gone, all I did was hang around and arrange a song by pursing lips and blowing while perusing an old early evening newspaper.
Finally, he arrived - a recognisable figure in his open doorway. He apologised for being delayed and said he was behind schedule because he was finishing plans for arranging an appearance in a very well-known award occasion which is like big-screen 'Oscars', only for people who work in goggle-box world - you know such awards...called... on end of licking organ... oh, no big deal, anyway. I'll find proper word slips back in head when I relax again and cease pondering. Coverage will be on well-known channel only for pop videos.
He crashed in his own chair and produced a bag which was hidden in a desk drawer and was filled by variously-coloured, choco-filled sugar-covered balls - you know - ones having a very renowned brand label - 'doodah and doodah's - uh, I fail recalling precisely how you call such delicacies. Anyway, our old friend popped a couple in his gob and chewed. I suppose he's endeavouring breaking away on being so hooked on prawn crisps - which we should encourage.
Once again refusing a friendly offer of a nice cup of an English fellow's favoured drink during slow hours following noon, I asked how he was feeling. However, all he did was look ahead, a sad expression on his face.
"I carry on pining for her," he said.
"I know," I said. "Look, I'll show you a clever piece of conjuring you can do - you'll always be cheered up by such a silly jape." I grabbed his hand and held on in a special way. "See if you can open your hand now," I said.
He opened his hand easily.
"Oh," I said, "worked before."
He sighed deeply. "I have a space inside - a void - like pieces are no longer around - gone... lacking... hollow... I... how can I say..?"
I rubbed a hand over an elbow as I considered his query...
"M, T?" I proposed.
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