Here's your story, James Owen. Now where's my epiphany?
God help me, some part of me still believes it could happen.
And if it doesn't, well, then, I'll just have to put these pearl-handled revolvers to good use, won't I?
THE GOAT VARIATIONS
It would have been hot, humid in September in that city
, and the Secret Service would have gone in first, before him, to scan for hostile minds, even though it was just a middle school in a county he'd won in the elections, far away from the fighting. He would have emerged from the third black armored vehicle, blinking and looking bewildered as he got his Beastings in the sudden sunlight. His aide and the personal bodyguards who had grown up protecting him would have surrounded him by his first step onto the asphalt of the driveway. They would h
