Authors: Randal Lanser
“
P
a
t
t
y
,
I
h
a
ve
som
e
th
i
n
g I
n
ee
d to
t
e
ll
y
o
u
.
I
t’s not
g
o
od. You wo
n
’t like
it
bu
t
, w
e
l
l
, we
g
ot
t
i
l
l
n
e
x
t w
ee
k to do somethin
g
.”
“
W
h
a
t do
y
ou m
e
a
n?
W
h
a
t happ
e
ns
n
e
x
t w
ee
k
?”
“
Oh
G
od,
P
a
t
t
y
.
You’
r
e
g
oi
n
g
to hate
me
.
” He
tr
i
e
d to ho
l
d b
ac
k the t
e
a
rs.
P
a
t
t
y
put her
a
rms
a
rou
n
d
B
e
n
’
s
n
ec
k
a
nd pul
l
e
d h
e
rs
e
lf
c
lo
s
e
to h
i
m. “
J
u
s
t
t
e
ll
m
e
,
B
e
n.
W
h
a
t’s w
r
on
g
?
Nothing
y
o
u
c
ould
s
a
y
would m
a
ke
me h
a
te
y
o
u
.
I
lo
v
e
y
o
u.”
“
P
a
t
t
y
,
I
’m not who
y
ou
t
hink
I
a
m
.
”
P
a
t
t
y
c
ont
i
nu
e
d to ho
l
d on t
i
g
ht
t
o
B
e
n
’s n
ec
k.
“
I
’m not f
r
om N
e
w
Y
o
r
k
.
I
’m
not ev
e
n a
U.
S
.
c
i
t
i
z
e
n.
I
’
m a Commun
i
st
C
h
ines
e
.”
P
a
t
t
y
g
a
sped
a
nd t
i
g
hte
n
e
d h
e
r hold on
B
e
n
’
s
n
e
c
k.
“
I
t
g
e
ts wors
e
.
I
’m in
v
olved in the Chinese
m
i
ss
i
le p
r
o
g
r
a
m.
I
kn
o
w
w
ho
y
ou
a
re
. Y
o
ur
rea
l
n
a
me is
P
a
m and
y
o
u
’
re
f
rom
I
d
a
ho.
I know
w
h
a
t
y
ou
a
r
e
to
t
he
United S
t
a
tes
G
ov
e
rnm
e
nt.”
P
a
t
t
y
thr
e
w
h
e
rs
e
lf
b
ac
k
a
g
a
inst
the p
a
sse
n
g
e
r d
o
o
r
,
c
ov
e
r
e
d h
e
r mouth w
i
th bo
t
h h
a
nd
s
,
a
nd looked
a
t
B
e
n with
h
o
r
ror.
“
W
ould
y
ou l
i
ke
me to d
r
ive us home
?
”
P
a
t
t
y
nodd
e
d tw
i
c
e
then turn
e
d
a
w
a
y
f
r
om
B
e
n
a
n
d looked out the side
w
indow.
P
a
t
t
y
did not
spe
a
k or
m
ove unt
i
l
t
he
ca
r c
a
me to
a
stop in f
r
ont of h
e
r
a
p
a
r
t
m
e
nt.
S
he le
a
pt f
r
om
t
he
c
a
r
a
nd
ran to
t
he
doo
r
.
B
e
n
would not have
b
ee
n
a
ble to k
ee
p up with her
if she h
a
dn
’
t had to use
the
k
e
y
to open the
doo
r
.
“
P
a
t
t
y
,
w
a
i
t
.”
B
e
n tri
e
d
t
o stop h
e
r but she
ra
n in
t
o the
a
p
a
rtme
n
t and into
the kitch
e
n. He follow
e
d, ple
a
di
n
g
.
“
P
a
t
t
y
,
w
e
h
a
ve
to
t
a
l
k
. T
h
e
re’s mo
re
.”
B
e
n stopp
e
d
a
t
t
he
door
t
o the kitch
e
n wh
e
n
h
e
s
a
w Pat
t
y
s
t
a
ndi
n
g
in
t
he
c
o
r
n
e
r wi
e
ld
i
n
g a
la
r
g
e
ki
t
c
h
e
n knif
e
.
“
G
e
t a
w
a
y
,
B
e
n
.
S
o h
e
lp
m
e
,
g
e
t
a
w
a
y
f
rom m
e
.”
“Oh,
P
a
t
t
y
, do
n
’t do this to us. You don
’
t unde
r
st
a
nd.”
“
Don
’
t do
t
his
t
o u
s
?
Don
’
t do
t
his
t
o u
s
?
W
h
a
t
t
h
e
f
u
c
k
y
ou th
i
nk
y
ou’ve b
ee
n
d
oi
n
g
to us.
I
f
y
ou th
i
nk
I
’m
g
oing
to
t
e
ll
y
ou
a
n
y
th
i
n
g
,
y
o
u
’r
e
w
ro
n
g
.
I
’ll kill
y
ou
a
nd
m
y
s
e
lf
b
e
fo
r
e
that h
a
pp
e
ns.
J
ust
g
e
t ou
t
.”
T
ea
rs
b
e
g
a
n to str
ea
m do
w
n
P
a
t
t
y
’s
c
h
ee
ks.
“
P
a
t
t
y
, th
e
y
th
r
ea
te
n
e
d my
l
i
fe
a
nd
m
y
f
a
m
i
l
y
.
I
d
i
dn’t know
y
ou,
o
r
w
ho
y
ou w
e
r
e
, unt
i
l the ni
g
ht be
f
o
re I
m
e
t
y
o
u. Th
e
y
to
l
d me
I
h
a
d to
t
r
y
a
nd me
e
t
y
ou that
f
irst
d
a
y
o
f
c
lass or th
e
y
’d kill
m
y
p
a
r
e
nts a
n
d me.
T
h
e
y
r
e
c
ruit
e
d m
e
.
I
didn’t
s
ee
k them ou
t
.”
“
W
h
o
?
You m
ea
n
y
our
b
osses in
C
hin
a
?
”
The
te
a
r
s
flo
we
d, but
P
a
t
t
y
w
a
s s
t
i
l
l
m
a
d
a
nd s
ca
r
e
d
e
no
u
g
h to k
i
l
l
.