23 Chapter 23

“Would you like something to drink?” Michael's voice came from the kitchen.

“Whiskey with ice, double please. Great working conditions.”

“I don't work there!” She heard the voice of Michael approaching.

“I usually write in the bedroom, in bed. I don't like the library, it reminds me of my father and grandfather.”

“Michael, do you work at home?” She was really surprised and began to laugh out loud. “I thought you wrote your amazing columns twenty minutes before the end of each issue.”

“You are absolutely right!” He also laughed.

There was no denying that he was not an overzealous scribbler. As befits a seasoned columnist, he writes only when he has to, at the last minute.

‘A big plus for Alice. She is perceptive.’ He thought. For appreciating his excellent columns. He wondered if she had any hints to herself in the last issue. Probably yes.

“Until recently, it was exactly like that!”

His voice faded a bit again; she assumed he was back in the kitchen.