Then I got older, and I decided that he was just an old perv, you know? Getting off on talking dirty to a teenage girl ... But I never told no one, an... I never did nothing ... And he never said anything else to me ... And then last year – I’m at a community celebration, and the old Imam walks up to me, and I don’t know how he even recognized me, and he just leans in and says, ‘Now is the time.’ – and I remembered what he had said, and instead of thinking it was strange, or he was a pervert .... It took a moment for Carl to understand what Ed was suggesting. Once he realized what was meant, Carl exclaimed, “Me? Marry her? You’ve got to be insane!”There was an anguished scream from the stairwell. Ed grimaced upon learning that Betsy had heard what Carl had said. If he had known that Betsy would have followed them, to listened to their conversation from the stairwell, he would have taken Carl further from the house.Carl looked in the direction of the stairwell. It didn’t require a genius. Even her hair was a mess."Hi, darling," she said as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me, "I'm assuming you'll want something to eat before you get your head down!"Now I'm not the smartest guy in the world. But I didn't get off the fucking boat yesterday; somehow I got the feeling that something was just not kosher about my welcome home. Twenty fucking minutes previously, Fiona had been standing in the High Street dressed in a short black skirt and that purple blouse that I always. We a’gonna take him home.”Rodney was shoved into the cage and the door closed and locked behind him. “Hey, I gotta pee!” he yelled, but the door remained closed. Finally, after a while he peed in the corner.He fell asleep, crying and thinking about what had happened to Abe, wondering what would happen to himself.The sun was setting by the time the boys’ tribe returned home. George realized that they weren’t “the boys’ tribe” anymore, now that there were half as many girls as boys. More than.