thin walls

Someone's been moved into the cell next to mine in the dungeon. It's a she. I've never seen her. But I hear her. She resides thre on her own. She never puts the phone down. Finishes one call and starts the next. Always speaking to people she doesn't know that well. Conversation starts with a bit of false bonhomie, and then it's down to business. It sounds like she's after something. She talks assertively, with points to make. Her conversations always end with: if we could do that, that would be great. She grates. Maybe she's just ambitious. Hard working. She'll be a shining star in her chosen constellation. These are the calls that made her. To drown her out I find some baroque music on a channel called Magnetic FM, which employs a robot for a presenter.