Little Dog Laughed
“And remembered how Zorn had drunk at that table in the breakfast room after dinner while they played stupid hand after hand of some crazy brand of poker whose rules seemed to keep changing with every hand dealt. Zorn was dying of cancer and trying to kill the pain with the whiskey. Dave wasn’t dying of anything. Why had he matched the colonel drink for drink? It always woke him this way—too much booze. This room had a ceiling light socket but no bulb. He reached from the bed to grope his watch ...and lighter from the chair where they lay on his clothes. By the flame of the lighter he read the watch. Three ten. The night was dark. Also cold. He put the lighter and watch back and dragged the camouflage jacket off the chair to put it on, and an engine thrashed to life in the courtyard below. Very loud and sudden it sounded.
He kicked into the camouflage trousers and went to open the window and look down. Men scurried around the courtyard, men with guns on straps. A second engine started, a third.MoreLess
He kicked into the camouflage trousers and went to open the window and look down. Men scurried around the courtyard, men with guns on straps. A second engine started, a third.MoreLess
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