So, I’m driving down the freeway, maybe seventy miles an hour, right? I’m all wrapped up in my head and thinking about all the shit I’ve got piled up, you
Elwyn was slowly rotated in the air, legs kicking against the air as if he were still running. His rotation brought him to face Father, round bearded face bright red.
The winding of the crank was maddening at first. The way the machine ticked and whirred synced with his motion. Or perhaps he synced with its motion. It didn’t bother him any