Bedtime Stories
A young-looking woman sits at a cold table. She waits impatiently. The hot lights made her sweat in her white tracksuit. “Oh where is he?” she thought in worry. “That reporter should have been here hours ago!” She began to wonder if this interview was a prank when the door opened behind her. She turned in her chair. An older man stood in the doorway. He had his tape recorder in one hand and a mic in the other.
“Are Ms. Martin?” he asked. “Yeah.” the woman replied. The man smiled. “Great!” he called. Then the man entered inside and closed the door behind him. He sat down in front of her at the table. The woman kept quiet.
The man set up the tape recorder. He looked at the woman with intent. “Ready to begin?” the reporter asked her. “Yeah.” the woman said softly as she nodded. The reporter tried to smile. “Okay then.” he said in the same tone. Then, he switched on the tape recorder.Prologue
