Laughter

I could not help it; the laughter in me was loud. – Like someone – I think Raoul for obvious reasons (those elephant ears) - had committed a terrible, social gaff, and I was not going to let them off lightly.

What’s so funny? The client kept asking, but I couldn’t – for the laughter – get it out.

Every time I did I thought of Jan… lying on top of me. I could not move; I couldn’t get the headset off. - Jan was dead to the world. – I called out to Raoul. Raoul came running. He was – we both were – almost apologetic.