“Please, call me Randy.”          
     “Like the pitcher?”               
     “Yeah, like the pitcher.”         
     “I appreciate the advice Randy,   
but I’m going in by myself. Whatever he
decides, I’m  fine with it, even if it 
involves some jail time, or even a lot 
of jail time.”                         
     Johnson shook his head  again, “I 
already convinced him to wait until to-
day, but if you let me talk first, I   
know I can flip his mind, and you might
not have to do any jail time at all.”  
     “Flip his mind?”                  
     “How come Beth’s not here? What   
does she have to say about this?”      
     “How do you...”                   
     “I’ve been following your case    
ever since that day...”                
     “I really don’t want to talk about
* that...”                                 
     “Don’t worry. As far as I’m con-  
cerned, that’s all history. I was more 
interested in what you’ve been doing   
since. Just to see how sincere you     
were, and I think almost getting kil-  
led saving some bunnies is pretty damn,
fucking sincere.”                      
     “I really didn’t have a choice,” I
told him, and then explained a little  
bit about the Darkness and my impulses.
     “You just dived over the side like
it was nothing, and I couldn’t believe 
it.”                                   
     “I know. I was the one doing it,  
and I can’t believe it either.”        
     He laughed, but then got serious, 
“Why didn’t you just let that other car
go? You had the license plate number?  
That accident was totally  unnecessary,
and you know it.”                      



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