Chapter Fifteen
The Laundry Room
If You Repeat Something Often Enough, You Believe It.
Helmut sat in the laundry room staring at his shirt swirling in the washing machine. He had spent what seemed like hours (ten minutes) frozen in the back of Red’s car with a hen digging into his shoulders and Toby commanding him to stay still. Ten minutes of a hen pooping like its life depended on it and Toby lecturing him with his “the hen’s more frightened than you” theory . . .
Helmut wanted to shout, “Shut the Kroonenberg up, you try and sit still while claws dig into your skin, hot poop burning through your only clean shirt.”
But he didn’t. The last thing he wanted to do was cause any more hen flapping . . . instead he seethed.
Charlie handed Helmut a coffee while Toby talked of the psyche of
