Emcee thanks the barman for the cigarette and takes a much-needed drag. "I don't know how I made it this far on this trip without one," he chuckles.
It's a chuckle designed to hide his nervousness. Because as he takes the shoe box, he's not quite sure if he isn't going to drop it and send its contents scattering.
So he sets it back down on the bin. And he braces himself as he removes the lid.
Papers. Yellowed, aged papers. Notes, handwritten and typed. Pages from a financial ledger. Emcee is startled to see how aged they are, flaking at the edges, when back home they would be as fresh and crisp off a typewriter.
"Oh, look, a cocktail menu," he says with amusement as if it were a relic, when copies of it are on every table at the Klub back home.
There are photographs at the bottom of the box. Emcee tries not to dive at them at once.
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Date: 2016-05-15 05:17 pm (UTC)It's a chuckle designed to hide his nervousness. Because as he takes the shoe box, he's not quite sure if he isn't going to drop it and send its contents scattering.
So he sets it back down on the bin. And he braces himself as he removes the lid.
Papers. Yellowed, aged papers. Notes, handwritten and typed. Pages from a financial ledger. Emcee is startled to see how aged they are, flaking at the edges, when back home they would be as fresh and crisp off a typewriter.
"Oh, look, a cocktail menu," he says with amusement as if it were a relic, when copies of it are on every table at the Klub back home.
There are photographs at the bottom of the box. Emcee tries not to dive at them at once.