In the hallway of the Park Hyatt Hotel, a tall and obese man with narrow, sloping shoulders walks toward the elevator. Slightly out of breath, he stands heavily by the doors, a crucifix hanging from his neck. A woman comes along after him, her socks matching her red sweater. As soon as she gets to the elevators, she begins to speak, as if she’d been having an internal conversation with herself all the way down the corridor.
“And what makes it even more complicated is that he’s in the process of reinventing himself.”
The man has his arms folded across his chest, one hand stroking his beard. He doesn’t speak immediately, but thinks about what she’s just said, before adding,
“That’s an awful lot of work.”
She nods her head. With great sadness and concern in her voice, she says, “ John, I’m so worried about him. “
Her eyes lost to the idea of this other person.