a scream , sharp and growing louder as it ricochets up the hall . i leap up , trip over my feet , and ungracefully slam into the concrete . the watch slips from my fingers and crushes against the ground with a clank . my breath catches as the glass shatters . i scramble to my feet and pick up the
watch

she bit down on the edge of her pencil , contemplating the options . the wooden , paint-stained ladder near the far wall caught her eye . with the ladder , she 'd be able to mark off where the cubbyholes and cabinets would be placed and get an idea of how it would look . she decided to try the right wall and walked over to the
ladder

by 1949 , he was asked to take a semi-permanent position in cuba to do taxes for the vacationing americans that did n't want to stop partying until after tax season . it was only going to be a five year assignment but he requested two things at his new job . that it would be an office room with no windows and that he would be able to travel to another foreign position immediately following his time in
cuba