He was born in these parts.' He put a hand to his mouth and bellowed, 'Hey, Marcello' Garrison shrugged, the gesture uncomfortable, his shoulders hardly moving at all. 'My stick, yes,' the other quietly answered. trouble? Like where or when it will take place for instance?' ![]() But did your dream tell you nothing of the timing of this. ![]() 'Then we must hope that the violence was not - will not be - too excessive. Garrison turned his head to stare directly at the other, his lenses silver now in the twilight on the sea. '-We also find trouble,' Koenig finished it for him. But Garrison knew that his friend never left it lying around where idle hands might pick it up. A casual, comfortable sort of stick, time and use had polished it black. An ordinary stick with a crook, the German walked with it in the country and when exercising Suzy, flicked leaves with it, used it to gesture and to point things out. And I notice that you brought it with you.' The stick he mentioned was one that Koenig had used ever since Garrison first knew him. 'Now please, what's the name of the place?' 'I'll decide that,' Garrison answered, his patience wearing thin.
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