Tucked in my back pocket is the gun. I watch her carefully, noting every little detail. The way she holds her body suggests that she’s somewhere between fear and excitement. This is not surprising. She knows that she is about to come face to face with me. As I stare at her, I notice something tha...
She kept me entertained by doing imitations of the people sitting around us – the woman who kept sniffing and dabbing her nose with a disgusting hankie, the old man muttering to himself, the guy whose head was falling forward as he nodded off to sleep – until I ached from the effort of holding in...