be calm. “All this security, it must be some overblown government mistake.”
“It is not.”
“How can you possibly know that?”
“Because I lived it,” I said.
That made him pause. For the next several minutes we sat suspended in that heavy quiet, me calm, him cracking at the edges. The truth was, Richard was not a bad man. He was a proud one, a loud one, a man continue reading …
