So in about ten minutes the two of them are fighting over me in the galley, and everybody'spushing those service buttons to call the stewardesses, I wanted to tell themthey could have a piece of my life, if it would help end their misery. The glow seemed unnaturally bright. You were right about the guns.
It was obvious: the call had beenanonymous, and there was no way of proving if it had been Bales or someone else. The three of us followed him after a time, and foundhim sitting with his back to one of the smaller chittering banks, his head in his hands. Asher, I whispered the name. He lay as if he had fallen asleep after some great passion, one hand across his stomach, the other at his side, one knee bent, so that he seemed almost displayed.
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