[ she watches him -- gaze careful, and guarded. kill zola: it's not so impossible a directive to follow, although some kicking-and-screaming part of her rejects that he should give her any directive at all. the rational rest of her acknowledge the wisdom in his plea (because that's what it is, she soon-after realizes. not an order, but a plea.)
but most troubling of all is how swiftly the onus is set upon her shoulders. don't believe what the others tell you -- she's chilled, down to the bone, by the realization that whatever jim's plea is intended to avoid is pinned down to a decision she makes. ]
I fetch coffee. I answer telephones. Jim -- [ hard swallow, her head tilts. ] However easily I might agree with your assessment, it isn't as though anyone's listening to mine. I can bend a rule or three but I'm not the one calling the kind of shots that would rid the world of a worm like Zola.
[ not back home. not in the s.s.r. of 1946. even now, thompson's the head-and-shoulders of the new york office. fighting for credit simply wasn't worth the wounds. ]
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but most troubling of all is how swiftly the onus is set upon her shoulders. don't believe what the others tell you -- she's chilled, down to the bone, by the realization that whatever jim's plea is intended to avoid is pinned down to a decision she makes. ]
I fetch coffee. I answer telephones. Jim -- [ hard swallow, her head tilts. ] However easily I might agree with your assessment, it isn't as though anyone's listening to mine. I can bend a rule or three but I'm not the one calling the kind of shots that would rid the world of a worm like Zola.
[ not back home. not in the s.s.r. of 1946. even now, thompson's the head-and-shoulders of the new york office. fighting for credit simply wasn't worth the wounds. ]