“Jesus. Why were you there? Not that you shouldn’t have been there, but I never get to go to those places. The rich guys at my office go to them all the time, like every day, talking to clients and stuff. Or, I dunno, just ‘cause they want to. They don’t let me talk to clients anymore. Although I guess they’ll have to, now.”
Michael stays down on the ground, walking next to the rock Wolfgang’s on. He feels even smaller next to them, and when he looks up at them, he can see the tree canopy and the stars behind their head.