She shuffles the papers and sighs, trying to make my job seem more important, so that her overseeing of my job can seem more important. I stand behind her, painfully uncertain of what to do with my hands, remembering being asked not to pee, Tom Jordan still in my system, watching her shake her head no, well, this isn’t quite right, like any of it matters, talking to me but I can’t hear her over the ringing in my ears. She seems to be showing me how to use a paper clip. She holds it in her hands, demonstrating both the right and the wrong way.
