I’m in big trouble with the Thought Police. They caught me red-neuroned.
I tried to explain.
“Officer,” I said, “Nadia’s a character of mine. We go way back. She helped me shift into my first digs, a shabby little thriller containing nothing but my second-hand vanity and her belt-sander. Today she’s more mature, less driven. And, against her will, she’s falling in love with her boss. That’s why I was following her through the park at lunchtime—to faithfully transcribe her bitter-sweet reflections. And, I swear, I was so artistically focused, I had no idea she’d walked into a public toilet!”