s just a little while andhonestogod I can’t stand being in that cell I’ve got claustrophobia and if I stay in tha Why me? he thought. All of us—perhaps a third of the number who had been in the larger pen upstairs (downstairs?)—were hustled into a very tiny waiting cell with two benches. So it's the full moon, yippee-skippy, what of it? My voice was as matter-of-fact as I could make it.
Zerbrowski was there with a hand on my elbow to steady me, whether I needed it, or not. “No, Ted, sit down. You sound like you asked him about this. Asher's bite marks stood out starkly against all that flesh.
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