“There was the Chinese AM and the Russian AM and the Yankee AM and—” He stopped. “Sonofabitch, you better treat me better’n that!” he snarled, as the blowwent wide of the mark. My voice came out slow, careful, like my body felt. But then maybe my recent disagreement with my insurance company had made me uncharitable.
One day he decided tocause an earthquake, at the same time rooting us to the spot with nails through the soft pads of our feet. Did Jean-Claude do that on purpose? he asked. It's a talent, I said. The tall dark man stood behind her, menacing by his very size.
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