“Murphy, Smith,” Prophet says. Then he stutters, he's so nervous. “You t-t-two guys, you-you go over in that hole, that hole there, and dig. Now.”
The F.N.G.s seem baffled. Murphy looks at us momentarily, his eyes rolled toward the scarred side of his face; then he is up and over the wall with a shovel. Omar drags a*s and I wonder if I am being unfair thinking it might be intentional. Callmeblack is pacing around in a small circle, and he stops beside Smith and stares down at him.
“Go, bro,” Callme says, not harshly but not matter-of-factly either.
Smith looks up fast, then back down at his C's, then gets up and drops over the wall into the other hole. Callme paces the top of the wall like he is a prison guard walking the catwalk. I know it's just nervousness, but I bet the F.N.G.s don'
