“Wells Dern”
“Well… done?” asks the lady.
“Wells Dern” repeats Wells.
“Oh, ok”. The lady searches the files. “Yup, Wells Dern”, as in “guess you’re right”.
The lady is oblivious to the procedure. She hands the job to Wells.
Wells refuses, waits instead.
The lady is staring at him with annoyance. Why are men so condescending?
“Sir, what do you need?”
She’s holding the Bic that he wants to stick in her neck.
Wells would end up in prison and call the vicenda a bona fide stravaganza.
