Chapter 11

         Striding past the large reception with the clerk maintaining a serious look as with focus, he bowed his head low in accord; Linda Solanke ignored with a glaring frown pulverizing her innermost feelings. Earlier, she noticed the rigorous effort which he had devoted to ironing his striped T-shirt with the vivid, smooth texture of the shirt pleading to be touched.

              “Just how Kevin’s shirt was – smooth and neat.” she quailed, frowning for she knew the mistake she had made. She pledged never to utter the name yet her lips were an object of betrayal. Nodding in response to the resonant greetings from her workers, Linda stopped – glancing curiously at them as a teacher would steadily count his pupils to be sure of how accurate the attendance of the day was and why Sandra was absent for the class. They were all present, in dazzling and suiting office wears and behind the large office table with long star