Gioconda Smile

The Senator was not in the habit of committing himself to paper, but, over the next few days, the need became more urgent.

Finally he sat down to write:

What is happening? Am I going insane? – Each time I look up I see the one who I have come to call the pilot. Usually he is just sitting in a chair. Sometimes he has in his hand what I believe to be a flight manual, but deep down I am not so sure this is what it is.

Once, when Davis was speaking in my office, I thought I caught him in a smile. One of those ambiguous - Gioconda smiles. Yet, it is strange. It is almost as if I do not wish to define exactly how he is looking at me. – It is fear I know. Fear that if I do, something sinister will creep into his expression. –