[ Kathy summons me into her office. ]
[ She is not smiling this time. ]
[ She glares at me and presses play on a big clunky silver Panasonic cassette player. ]
“Uh, so that’s .. F as in Frank. W as in Walter. And T as in… uh, I don’t know. TWA Flight 800?”
[ She presses the stop button. It makes a loud clunk. ]
[ She hasn’t said a word. ]
Finally: “What if that had been one of the survivors?”
I looked puzzled.
“There weren’t any survivors, were there?”
“GET OUT OF MY OFFICE.”