I hoped I’d never wake up.
SUPERSEDURE
“Don’t you get tired of plummeting through life face first?”
I couldn’t tell if Sam was annoyed or genuinely curious: he sat across from me in the back seat of a service car as we glided through the city toward the Big House. I’d gone to his office to complete the paperwork that would sign my fate over to Judge and arrived just as he was preparing to ferry a stack of documents over to Dearie for review. He had suggested that I accompany him, but his tone made it clear it wasn’t really optional.
“Is there any other way?” I asked, not sure if I was being a smartass or if I actually expected him to answer.
“Most individuals can make it through a day without getting a black eye.”
“Pfft. Boring.”
“There are worse things than boredom.”
“What’s worse
