“Uh, actually ...” I held up my left hand. It had a s***h across the top of it where Jimmy had cut the strap and me both at once. I groped through my pockets for a tissue or an old paper napkin. “Any of you people got a band-aid?”
The Interlocutor ignored me. Whoever or whatever she – or he, or it – was, she was good and mad. “You will not prey on the innocent. When you prey on the innocent, you make victims, and you breed hatred, and you make war. You, Proprietor, you and your people ... there are boundaries.”
“We are using due process here ... and look at this kid ... what about him overstepping the boundaries? He just stole an important book from the library, a book that’s meant to be a public resource. And he stole it.”
“He is no kid. He is never a kid again!” The Interlocutor spat
