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and trying to patch him back together. He must be accident prone." |
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Here I was, again hovering at death's door and someone was badmouthing me. It wasn't fair. The thought occurred to me that all I had to do was pick up my ball and go home. The problem was, I'd lost my ball. I was trying to think of something downright surly and biting, but nothing came to mind. |
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Something large and sinister again dominated my world, hovering over me; it was Madden. |
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The gesture was tentative and revealing. My hand crept up to my face as if it was afraid of what it was going to find. "You guys wouldn't be so damn flip," I snarled, "if you'd have been here." |
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Ferris was a little more solicitious. "Actually," he appraised, "I can see why he's hurting. There's not a lot of hide left on the left side of his face." |
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I pushed myself up on one elbow and surveyed my unsympathetic surroundings. Percy's truck wasn't a truck anymore, and the critter was gone as well. "Where the hell am I this time?" |
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"I don't know how you managed to do it, Researcher, but you've wrecked a truck right in the middle of the street not two blocks from the old schoolhouse. Now what the hell happened?" |
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"You can ask him questions later," Ferris |
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