Donovan's the Ché. You know how there's always somebody who's not the leader, but seems more romantic and hardcore about the ideology? That's D. He's the Ché of the monks. The difference is that D knows who his killers will be because it'll be us. He had us all swear that if/when he flips, we'll take him out. Timo, of course, wouldn't swear. He thinks every Body is worth saving, no matter what. But that's not my policy. D can count on me.
And he almost got his proof last night when his nose started twitching and his lip yanked up, kind of like an Elvis sneer, if Elvis were, you know, dead. (Spasmodic rictus is an early warning sign of flippage. "Early" being a relative term here. It depends how fast you can run.)
He must have seen my hand moving. "Hold the ice pick. It's just an itch. Timo says if you can resist scratching an itch, just let it sit and feel it, control your reflex, it's like clearing a little piece of ground to build on."
Uh-huh. And once you've cleared that square inch, you might, theoretically, build an upside down copy of the Luxor hotel, balanced point down on it. Doesn't seem very likely though, does it?
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