“Your knife thrower and I were having a talk,” I said. “He doesn't like the way I talk.”
“If you cross me again,” Tommy cut in, yelling. “You will be talking without a tongue.” The threat made no sense. (But then many threats don't.) He must have realized it as he quickly offered another option. “Or perhaps I will give you a second mouth; a wide one from ear to ear.” He passed his fistful of knives across his own throat to demonstrate.
“I'll handle this, Tommy,” The Major said. “You and Sandra enjoy your day off.”
Tommy shouted, “Pah!” He grabbed Sandra by her injured arm. She winced, but didn't make a sound, as the knife thrower stormed away dragging her with him.
“You are too ignorant to understand,” The Major told me. “I may have saved your life. When Tommy is all there,” he pointed
