At eight, late, the news on the car radio, turn into the parking spot.
The son never realised that to be there at eight he would have to leave the house at seven.
Not a quarter past.
At five past eight he leaves the car, and runs through the university.
Don't bother to telle him that it does not matter.
Watch him rush, walk over the wet lawn to the glass entrance way, check in, pass the pendulum swaying away to itself
Climb the stairs that circle around the pendulum.
cross the covered bridge with the small round windows to the left and right.
And then, that is all
back in work, not a lot to do
Really, there is nothing to be done
So set up a dummy for a flyer that may be needed.
In the afternoon, learn that the flyer will be made by somebody else.
So what, the time is paid for.
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