No, no, no. Oh shit! I’m in trouble!
Today of all days to miss the bus, with a special arrival due. The boss made it plain; there were to be no stuff ups!
“They’ve been through enough, Fred,” he’d said in that deeply melodic voice. “They deserve quick processing; tender loving care. Don’t let me down!”
And, there. Already at the top of the escalator. Nobody to greet them. There’ll be questions; uncertainty. Have they arrived? Is this it? Do they belong?
The unfathomable guilt they carry. They survived. Have they suffered enough?
HE will kill me!