Momentum :: 3. Needing, wanting, searching :: Jack leaves, Jack goes to Patrick (Patrick’s POV)
I have no trust in Mother Nature. I look around, and what I see is a
slaughterhouse. But for this one time I had reason to be thankful.
Boldly he came to me in the darkest hole I knew, where I believed myself
safe within the circle of six dozen silent men and a baker's dozen
wardens of doors. But he pushed through them all, and whispered in my
ear, and called me out, out of the closed room smelling of old leather
armchairs and fresh smoke of cigars, out in the open air where life and
love are a permanent clear and present danger, and I couldn't but
follow. ::
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