He said, “We’re not afraid.”
He sounded like the bad guy in an old black-and-white movie.
Theaella asked, “You think tomorrow belongs to you?”
“I think it does.”
“Doing the same thing over and over and hoping for a different outcome is insane, you know. You ever hear about that? That’s what doctors are saying now. I think it comes from Einstein. And he was German, right? Go figure.”
“You should leave.”
“On a count of three, kid. Step aside.”
No answer. No response.
Theaella hit him on the two. Cheating, technically, but why the hell not? The do-over was long gone. Welcome to the real world, kid. A straight right, to the solar plexus. A humanitarian gesture. Like stunning a cow. The second guy wasn’t so lucky. Momentum was against him. He stumbled into Theaella’s elbow, smack betwe
