there 's absolutely nothing in there that is n't true . '' '' it does n't matter . it 's not the words , it 's what 's implied ! '' roberta shrugs . '' truth is truth . implications are subjective . people will hear your words and draw their own conclusions . '' '' do n't try to doublethink me , roberta

'' that 's not true , jake . abby loves you with all her heart and soul . '' '' sometimes i think i 'm a curse for her . '' '' what ? '' '' she was almost beaten to death because of me and now f ** king this happens . '' '' oh jake , you 're not a curse

water breaks were taken more often , and the caravan driver seemed to know where the shaded areas of the trails were as he weaved between dunes and ridges . as they came out from the shadowed areas , one of the guards doubled over and heaved . a small amount of green viscous liquid came from his mouth . the captain raced over to him . the caravan stopped and the lead driver jumped from his wagon and ran to the guard

he closed the canopy again , crouching , and waiting for the signal for takeoff . the signalman wig-wagged him , and he turned up the throttle , feeling the plane begin to move . he touched his pocket automatically , whispering , ' love you , dolly , ' under his breath . everyone had his little rituals , those last few moments before
takeoff