I’m watching MI-5. Twenty minutes left. Things are not going well, but then they never are.
This time things won’t end well either. At the top of the hour, a helpful announcer volunteered the information that one agent will not get out alive.
I think I know who it is. In fact, I know I know. Several months ago I did a little research on Wikipedia. I wanted only to find the correct spelling of Harry’s surname, but I found a complete synopsis, from the first episode to the latest.
So I know.
Normally I don’t like to have advance notice. I never begin a book with the last page. I prefer to be surprised.
But tonight I’m glad for the warning. When I know what’s coming, I can prepare.
My stack of crying towels is at hand.
And I’m going to need them.