henry, part 1

by corinne delmonico

i will just take two, thought henry. and a third. one more will not make a difference. might as well finish them off. henry! you startled me. what do you think you are doing? what do you care? besides, you saw very well what i was doing. ah, adding effrontery to your insolence. are they not the same thing? go to your space. expect a summons from the doctor. and from the advisor. and from the inspector. what! from the inspector? that seems a bit extreme. go to your space. * i am sorry to see you here again today, henry. i did not come here, mr inspector, they brought me here. you try that joke every time, henry, but this time i did not use the word that you came here, i only indicated that you were here. whatever, what can i do for you today, mr inspector? for starters, you can stop calling me mr inspector, and address me as most lord high inquisitor. for real? no, just kidding. you see, i can have my little joke too. that’s good, everybody is entitled to a little fun once in a while, even most lord high inquisitors. down to business. your offenses are piling up. henry. they are not serious offenses so far, but numbers count. i can count too, mr inquisitor. i got three more minor offenses before i get sent to jupiter, and then i get a hearing and at least one appeal. i can always count on you to know the rules of the game. i am pretty busy today so you can go. i just do not want to see you here four more times. say hello to ms frietchie for me. so i can go? part 2