CHAPTER 13Djinn
The beauty of Djinn’s plan for escape lay in how little work he actually had to do to make it happen. Although, it could be argued that planning an elaborate escape would have alleviated some of this crushing boredom.
(Perhaps not as well as a p***s might have. And hands, of course. Really, it would be tragic to have the p***s and not the hands.)
Yet, there was a certain karmic elegance to the fact that That Woman was essentially handing herself over to the authorities—while actually being one of said authorities, no less—that Djinn could not help but savor. Especially as the plan began to pick up speed. From inside This Damn Box, during their daily “advising” sessions, Djinn watched with glee, cackling and rubbing his imaginary hands.
(He’d started to dream in hands, s
