I’m walking down some stairs arm in arm with boris johnson, faux- companionable. It’s more of a restraining hold but it’s unclear who is holding whom. He’s wearing a dark cobalt summer linen suit with an eggshell shirt and a regimental tie. It complements, I notice, the institutional light caramel marble of the stairs. He looks much thinner and shorter, up close, and to my surprise, as awkward as the situation is, not as loathsome. He’s just a bloke negotiating going some place. Maybe a patient ?

Suburban DC


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