My little desk was in an alcove off the main central hall, really a big rotunda, with one of Mr. Tom's offices way over to the right. I had no door, but anybody coming in the main entrance wouldn't necessarily see me, tucked away as I was. I heard the big front doors open and close, and then voices that stopped in the rotunda. They talked a bit in some disagreement and then raised their voices. Open spaces, open air.
Speed is of the essence.
They quickly moved into his office and closed the door. And I, the eavesdropper , sat a good long time, wanting to cry, wanting to laugh, wanting to shout to the world. I, the eavesdropper named Jeremiah. Here you'd think the story was headed for a right happy ending. You don't have to stay with my life story much longer.