Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

bill for the tea and stood up, leaving me alone in the booth.

By six o’clock, the defense office was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator in the small kitchen. Pras Michel stood by the window, looking out at the red tail-lights clogging G Street.

He was slowly turning a heavy silver ring on his left pinky finger, his face shadowed by the twilight.continue reading …