Maud, I think the person in cabin 10 is a prisoner. Well, I’m not sure, but…
I found a rather incriminating piece of paper today when rummaging for a new book amongst those discarded in the Galeras Cafe – any old pulp paperback to relieve the boredom, eh? (That’s my excuse).
Anyway, it seems that I and a careless guard both have a liking for Winnie-the-Pooh – they must have been using the paper as a bookmark and left it all folded up in the book. There’s a security detail and rota and everything typed on it – someone is going to get into trouble, I think. But see, Room 10!
Well, I suppose it could be the president in there, for all I know. Or a desperado. How about that? Just outside my door: a steak eating, card-writing, desperado who needs a psychiatrist and is under heavy guard…
Hmm, that might not be quite as glamorous as first imagined.
That’s a chair under the doorknob tonight then, Lucy, darling.
I’m such a sap.