LINDA SHOOK LIKE a sapling in a hurricane. I held her until we crossed into the school. She looked up at me asking question on question with her eyes. One emotion, fear, never materialized.
LINDA SHOOK LIKE“You know how I feel, don"t you?”
“Yes,” I said. “Like I felt rescuing the president in Geneva. Like when I killed the Kopplers.” The strangeness of saying that stuck in my head. “He had a lot of lives. Even in another universe.”
“Will this feeling go away?”
“It will, when you accept that he might have killed you.” Reassuring her, I refrained from saying she"d remember it. “But now, it"s over. So let"s get Jane and Ashley.” Once they were back in Riverboro, with four loaves of fresh bread, returning the president to the Oval Office topped the list.
He said, “Before I go, who are you
