prospero 's gaze shifted to the desk behind him . there was a blaster on it . caliban ignored the implied threat . '' i can stop you , '' he said . '' i will . '' '' no , '' said prospero . '' no you ca n't . you wo n't . '' '' i have no choice , '' said
caliban

when tom came back from '' flushing '' the sump pump in the basement they all had food spread out on a tarp in the studded out family room , which had a cathedral ceiling and a wall of glass looking out on a corresponding wall of glass a hundred feet away . they sat on empty five gallon buckets , and used their tool boxes for end tables . after a few minutes of eating in silence , frank said , '' so can i ask you something ,
tom

i was n't baiting you , if that 's what you think . '' he continued to stare me down . between my hot face and the coffee below my chin , i felt like i was sitting in a sauna . finally i asked , '' why are you angry with me ? '' he sat back in his chair . '' why do you say i 'm
angry