Panel at the Press Club

She who had most trouble saying anything at all, expressionless in her blue blazer and white silk shirt and sipping her glass of water and looking away, eyes far from everything,

she who knew firsthand, what was it she was thinking? — the others' earnest voices rang out eerily somnambulant, equivocating over "enemy," tongues to a high gloss polishing

"freedom," "casualty," "most regrettably," "that's where the force ...