“Good,” said the Warden. Two days later a new kid was assigned to Group D.
His name was Brian, but X-Ray called him Twitch because he was always fidgeting.
Twitch was assigned Zero’s bed, and Zero’s crate. Vacancies don’t last long at Camp Green Lake.
Twitch had been arrested for stealing a car. He claimed he could break into a car, disconnect the alarm,
and hot-wire the engine, all in less than a minute. “I never plan to, you know, steal one,” he told them.
“But sometimes, you know, I’ll be walking past a real nice car, parked in a deserted area, and, you know, I’ll just start twitching.”
“If you think I twitch now, you should see me when I’m around a car. The next thing I know, I’m behind the wheel.”
Stanley lay on his scratchy sheets. It occurred to him that his cot no longer smelled bad.
He wondered if the smell had gone away, or if he had just gotten used to it.
“Hey, Caveman,” said Twitch. “Do we really have to get up at 4:30?”
“You get used to it,” Stanley told him. “It’s the coolest part of the day.”
He tried not to think about Zero. It was too late. Either he’d made it to Big Thumb, or...
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