All the wounds were self-inflicted, and it was beginning to piss me off. Can anyone else verify these times? Zerbrowski asked. He’d earned itassisting me in the teaching of a six-week writing workshop sponsored by Immaculate Heart College,along with Ed Bryant; and he’d worked his ass off for it. Why would Asher do this to me? Had it been on purpose? I knew only Asher could do with the mere taking of blood what most men couldn't do with their whole bodies.
Black slacks fell over black dress shoes. But at that moment we were prey to Tooley, not the Captain, and as we were hustled into thebullpen, I wasn't sure why yet. We were very near, and for the first time in over two years Ifelt emotions stirring in me; how foolish of me to consider love.
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