Then she vomited some more.
Star Child Two swooped down and slurped up a chunk of the vomit.
Then it vomited.
So did I, just to join in.
“Really? Bob?” I asked when I was done.
“REALLY!” she screamed.
We were then silent as we debated what to do.
“Should we open the door?” asked Star Child Two.
“Should we open the door?” asked the HR lady.
I wondered.
Should we open the door?
I finally came to a decision.
Why not?
“Why not?” I said.
The HR lady took a deep breath and opened to door.
Star Child Two took a deep breath and flew to the farthest corner of the room.
I lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.
Then I coughed.
Bob strode into the room. Yes, he actually STRODE.
Then he slipped on a small vomit pool while in mid-stride and fell to the floor.
“Doesn’t he look taller?” asked the HR lady.
I looked.
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