Bob Jorgensen and . . . « Tubbermanґs face was livid. His fists clenched at his sides his whole body strained with rage and frustration. He glared accusingly at Emily and Paul. »We trusted you two. How could you bring us to a place that devours our children and all weґve achieved the past eight years!« The murmurs of the delegation supported his accusation. »We« -- his wide gesture took in the packed numbers behind him -- »want that thing dead. Youґve had long enough to study it. Cґmon people. We... read more
