Chapter Twelve

Emelda tasted her microphone, it wasn’t working well. She said some words into it again, it wasn’t sounding perfectly.

There must be a technical glitch somewhere, she said. She stepped into the other department, looking for the technician. She didn’t have time and needed to fix everything as quickly as possible.

They had been postponing the programme. Every time it was near, something sudden would happen and it would be truncated. Today was the mic and unfortunately, it was all three in the studio that were having this fault. She was full of nerves, watching as the technician worked on it.

She needed to calm down, to think, so she sat beside and slipped into pensiveness. What excuse would she announce to her audience today? And she wouldn’t bear it any longer because she would be having a guest today… who was on his way.

What would she tell him? That the mics were having some problems and they couldn’t fix them until there was no time and the programme was cancelled? What a silly