It’s Gonna Be A Great Show (5)

Journal: 5/10

Adam visited this morning, checking on the work. He stood there in his purple silk tie, glad-handing the cleaning crew and lecturing them about safety. He knows damned well the “accidents” are nothing of the sort. Ruthless shit.

Emily doesn’t like him. I think he scares her. She conveyed her displeasure by blowing dust all over his three hundred dollar shoes. He told me to have the windows fixed and left in a storm of indignation.

A small, frowny face appeared in the dust and was quickly blown away.

“He shouldn’t come here. They want him to stay.”

It's Gonna Be A Great Show! (4)

Tim Spelling, lead guitar for Broken Mind, stands in the day room watching the cleaning crew. His hair is a riot of short white and purple spikes. He idly fingers a small silver charm hanging from his belt. It’s a bible. He turns brown, almond shaped eyes to me.

“In Japan, we could never do this. Bad karma or feng shui, some shit like that. Thank you.”

He hands me a bouquet of flowers wrapped in white tissue paper, kisses my cheek, and heads out.

Several petals fall from a single red rose. Emily.

The others don’t like him…he knows.