Entanglement
Frowning at his comrade in arms, Jack paused.
"Okay, look Jack," McPherson went on,
"Rest is what you need. I don't know what caused
Everything and you don't either. You wrote what you are bent on
'Stead of what happened. Let it go. I have a report to make."
If Jack believed otherwise, he did not show it.
"Good. Right you are," he ceded, "My mistake."
He folded the note and stood silent a moment.
"Tea at the Cafe later?" he added brightly
"Three-forty five, ok?" "Yeah, fine," came the reply.
Edging away from his partner's desk, he trod lightly
Now, not sure of himself nor of his next move. Deeply
Terrified of his own instability in the moment. This
Enigma was not of his making. He had arrived to take the quiz.
Nothing he studied was on the test. And scoring is curved on a jest.
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