Saturday, May 12, 1990 - Day 42
Saturday, May 12, 1990 - Day 42Saturday, May 12, 1990 - Day 42Shane broke the news during breakfast, pulling me aside in the dining hall. I’m now officially off Watch again, which means it’s time to claim my bunk back from Peaches. I eye the little weasel as I cross the room and sit down opposite him at the table. He glances up at me as he scoops a spoonful of soggy cornflakes from his bowl.
Peaches might look like he bathes in a barn, but he’s as sly and savvy as they come. I sense his mind scheming behind the scenes as I inform Angelo and him of my return. He says nothing, but the stiffness of his stare conveys a wordless warning – You ain’t gettin’ that bunk back without a fight, city licker.
You ain’t gettin’ that bunk back without a fight, city licke
