I caught rumours of some internal hearing then you appeared with tears squeezing your eyes, hands scrunched up like a child's, rice paper skin. That work mates complained was a big surprise as you were office sunshine, shafted no-one, and turned your quick mind to the broadest cause. But there you were, a whisper finished…gone, scooping reams of data from cabinet drawers, your kiddie snaps stacked face-down on the desk and none of us sat safe enough to speak. That night I helped a cleaner bin the mess. Our chief would hire a temp inside the week so I kept back your tissues as a wee bequest. Sometimes I think I should have wiped your cheek.