Imagine, for a minute, that you’re a schoolgirl in an English boarding school in the 1950’s. You’re out walking in the woods and you run into an escapee from the Broadmoor Psychiatric hospital ten miles away. What do you do?
Burned out from her previous job, our nameless narrator wants “a very uneventful job….Ideally there would be events of some kind from time to time, but nothing too sudden.”
“It was all too easy,” he said. “It all went too smoothly. America, you sit there, you plump beauty, still buying neckties from sidewalk sharpies, still guessing which walnut shell contains the pea… America, I sometimes worry about you.”