D’ANDRE EXITED THE shower steam, delirious as ever. The thick humid air hindered his breathing. He brushed his teeth, and he trudged back down the hallway to his own room. When he stepped inside, a different TV program played above.
The news anchor sounded serious.
“Shocking photographs from Bolivia this morning. These appear to show at least two Supernaturals were present at the recent clash which cost the lives of a demonstration leader as well as a four-month-old infant.”
D’Andre stepped back to gaze up at the screen.
Smeared photos revealed the lower half of Barby the Barbarian flying up through a mangled tin roof. Video footage moved in toward the crushed baby, laid out on a blanket, surrounded by weeping Bolivian women.
D’Andre gasped.
Violent protesters crashed against the pla
