Jones doesn't get it. He pushes
another copy of form K256-L55 across the desk. "You
sign here. I countersign here. Personnel initials here.
You may then secure Haimovitz's approval here, here,
here...(a flurry of pages) and here. Ow! Damn!"
Jones grasps his finger. Two crimson drops fall where the
CSFCOO is supposed to sign. I look down at the three
inches of putrid water that has collected in the office.
Water bugs hop back and forth between my legs. A water
moccasin slithers across the desk.
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