Tang Story 6

She sat in front of the monitor, chewing her lips, ignoring the sounds of voices and banging doors that drifted up from downstairs, ignoring likewise the perilously overbalancing piles of papers on her desk, struggling for an idea that wasn't hopelessly obvious. It wasn't so much that dishonesty or twistedness were foreign to her nature as that she couldn't hide them effectively. A prisoner who was actually a chrysalis...an interview with an editor made to sound like a criminal trial—painfull...