was manned by the driver who rode high above. I looked at the closer
treat them. Let them suspect for an instant that the medicos are
Understood.
inside it was Iron John. And just one other person.
needed. This did not make me feel much better.
just about as appetizing. I put them into my pack for later
there was much hatred and clashes between the groups. This died away
We were slammed back into our seats and were on our way. High and
before I poured more juice, drank it, sat back with my hand in my lap.
our fans. Only by saying that it was rehearsal time did we manage to