Henry's Headache (piece 15)
While sitting at a single person table in a corner of Scott’s, I suddenly hear a whispering voice: “Henry?” I look around. Nobody. –Oh my, – I think, – Not again. – “Henry,” the voice whispers again, “you must go.” “Why?” I ask, “What do you want?” Scott comes to me. “Pardon?” he asks. “Nothing,” I... Sign in to see full entry.