Wendy talked at me as we rode the elevators. She chatted while we were stepping off into the main lobby of the government building. Footsteps and general noise bounced off the marble floors and the vaulted ceilings, giving it a sort of stately echo. Wendy prattled right over the top of this. Near the front doors, metal detectors, and security guards monitored everybody who came inside. But on the way out, a single security guard simply waved to people, most of whom he greeted by name.
So it was that sort of building. I could get used to working in a building full of friendly people. Wendy greeted the security guard, called him Chip, and hauled me out the door. She’d barely let go of me yet and somehow managed to breathe in between her continuous talk.
Now she was giving me a rundown on
