cried Malik, pounding Blake on the back as though he had just won a big game. “Oh, wow.” He put his arms around Blake and hugged him, then clapped his hands and came close to jumping up and down. “We did it, man. We did it.” “Blake did it,” Rebecca said, “and keep your voice down.” That was no longer necessary. Somewhere in Cullen House a door banged open; then came running footsteps on the stairs. Rebecca drew closer to Blake and Malik by the window, draped her arms over their shoulders. “We all did it, of course,” she said. “But Blake is the one we owe.” Softly, she slid the tip of her finger into Blake’s ear and gave it a little twist. He jerked away, left the room, almost running, and went down the hall to the bathroom. There was a buzzing in his ears, an enormous weight crushing his chest. What had gone wrong? He saw himself again in a mirror. He looked the same, the same as always. How could that be? Had he somehow dreamed the whole thing, drunk a bottle of rum and fallen into a nightmare?
What do You think about Revolution Number 9 (2011)?
