wasAs for Richard, he made two visits to Bayshore. I would have preferred to remain alone, reading, or writing my final assignment. All he talked about were people at work, including Filderman, who was now in his late fifties and could no longer stand for hours in his doorway, and instead sat on a stool he had taken from the lunchroom. In all honesty, the people at work weren’t that important to me anymore, just like I was never important to them. During my twenty-three years at Interministerial Affairs, no one sought to spend time with me outside the office. In my absence, Richard was the Acting Portfolio Manager. I thought the role suited him. Certainly more than it suited me. He was sincerely interested in the people who worked for him and enjoyed talking to them about the problems they
