Chapter 13
Afew days later, I walked Teddy Roosevelt through the Dub-Dub park, savoring his company and my freedom. “Normal” had never felt so good—not since play rehearsal had begun and my life had become subject to outside control.
It was amazing the things we took for granted. With Mr. Pentek’s voice in the back of my head, I couldn’t help but draw a line to democratic society. Here, we were used to going where we pleased when we wanted to, and pursuing our own goals, not someone else’s. At least when the directors put us on their leash, they wanted something positive—I did believe that. Sure, Loretta had some anger-management issues, but the stress of managing a universe full of … everything might make a guy cranky. Jack probably got more of the equivalent of whatever s*x might be in
