The Interrogation Room

The interrogation room was furnished in the style of any other government office. A pair of wood veneer desks were arranged in a te shape. At the window hung a dirty lace curtain. The roll necked man probably had a sour wife at home twitching one just like it. He oscillated between unctuous compassion and petulant threats. Had she given a single moment's thought to her family, her friends? I don't know, she kept saying, i can't remember. She really couldn't remember anything.