She looks like she doesn’t know anything. I wouldn’t say she’s an idiot. Maybe she is. Perhaps I might get to know something positive about her if I draw closer. Wasn’t particularly surprised at what Itaka told me yesterday.

She’s descending the stairs. I smile and greet. Only if she knew what I was thinking.

Maybe it isn’t good to be honest all the time. She frankly admits things she does not know, though it seems there are many of such things, making me conclude, perhaps rather too quickly, that she isn’t clever.

Makes me wonder who hired her. These days, square pegs are the ones with oily palms dishing out handshakes to anyone willing to dig round holes for them.

Maybe all this is a warning to me. To keep my lousy mouth shut. About my weaknesses, ignorance, and next moves. These days, the ears in walls have grown long and sharp.