Everybody ease down, I said. Hmm, nice standards. I'd gone about four feet into the grass, when I tripped and nearly fell. The meat moved in my mouth as it went down, as if it were struggling, even now, to live.
I've run into that rumor, I said. I'd lost two wives, more jobs than I could count. Alright, but if she bites my tongue off, I'm going to be pissed. Just tell me, Requiem, just tell me.