“Yeah,” Tony snapped. “Definition of a Nam vet. Do everything right, lose. That’s me. That’s my cousin Jimmy. Losers.”
“Why?” Bobby pushed the stick out but did not release it. “I got an article says ten percent of the prison population is Nam vets. Says we lost the war. Says we were druggies during the day and praying to God at night we wouldn’t be killed.”
“f**k em.”
“Right on. But it doesn’t answer the fuckin question, Why? Everything I’ve been reading, everything I’ve been thinking about, all the planning for a program of retransformation ...”
“Of what?”
Bobby did not acknowledge. “It didn’t do any good with Ivanov.” Tony snorted. “And it hasn’t done squat for you.”
“Leave me out of it.”
Again Bobby pointed the stick at Tony. “Loser!”
Again Tony snatched it away. “That’s fuckin
