He stands looking at me, like he’s the cat and I’m the mouse. I remain calm; I won’t give him the satisfaction of losing my composure. Time is standing still. Finally he speaks. “Look, kid, I’m not a real talker, and I get off at the next floor anyway.” Can it be just a bad coincidence that we are on this elevator together? Is it possible I can swim with a great white shark and walk away? I just nod at him.
