Contributor: Kevin Pierce - - “Next.” A man walks up to my desk with a small girl in tow. I glance up just enough to see that his shirt and pants are dirty, a contrast to the girl’s Sunday-best blue dress. “Name?” I ask. “Margaret Brooks.” he says. I press the button on my intercom and restate the name. “One moment, sir.” The man places his hand on my desk and leans over. I can feel that his face is close to mine. “How long will we have?” he asks. I focus on his dirty shirt. “One minute.” “But I have so much to say.” His voice shakes. I sigh. “So do they.” I say, gesturing behind him to the endless line of fidgeting onlookers. He straightens up. “You’re right, of course. One more question. Does she know?” I look up at his face for the first time. His mouth is drawn tight, and looks like he could use a shave. His eyes are at once open...

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Author: Kevin Pierce