Interview with Jasmine, January 7, 1998
I sit in the room adjoining the one in which I interviewed Lady Constance. Courteously, a small table has been set up, Lady Constance evidently noticing my disposition for feverishly taking notes.
The room reminds me of a large, communal shower. The walls are tiled. The floor appears firm but is coated with a rubber like surface. My shoes make a slight impression with each step. There are no windows and sound echoes due the hard and smooth surfaces. Several drains complete my mental comparison to a shower room, as do various plumbing fixtures and hoses adorning a far wall.
I feel rather odd sitting and organizing my notes, while Jasmine changes into her morning “uniform”, for Boy obsequiously hangs nearby. Unbeknownst to me, when not serving Lady
