Camp D (Oct25)

Mat salleh footing toward the counter you would think would bow his head & short steps. What in the #%&!? blazes did he think he was doing?! Had he approached for a chat he would certainly have gotten more than he bargained for. One might have expected the man would be ashamed, in that quarter especially. Surely he knew; merely opening his eyes the scarves would indicate enough. It was a faded item now from the bottom of the wardrobe, pulled on blindly. Disheveled technocrat or researcher, with glimmers of boyishness retained. On the shoulder-blades still faintly legible, CAMP DAVID.