”“So why should it work?”“Because the other one works. If this one works, then it’s like the other one. Maybe not as accurate—yet—but st...ll a working model.”“What are you going to be when you grow up, kid?”“Robin Hood. And you can be Little Glenn,” answered Wayne.“What I’m going to be when I grow up is alive,” said Glenn. “And that doesn’t include running around playing with sharp sticks.”“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate,” said Wayne. “Now look. What if things really go to shit. Sensing I hadoverstayed and over-reacted, I backed out the door,still apologizing and grandma still laughing.I ran out back and peed on the side of the house, thenwent back in. Grandma was still giggling, asking me ifI found her body repulsive. I quickly told her no.“Good then. I want you to powder my back for me andpaint my toenails if you can stand to look at thisold wrinkled body.”I quickly agreed I would. Grandma got dressed in a longwhite terry cloth robe and started small. But the thing was being prepared, Florence was going to die!Florence was going to die by the hand of the brute who loved her. For he loved her: Don Luis had an intuition of that monstrous love; and he was bound to believe that such a love could only end in torture and bloodshed.Sable ... Sille-le-Guillaume...The earth sped beneath them. The trees and houses glided by like shadows.And then Alencon.It was hardly more than a quarter to two when they landed in a meadow between the town and Damigni.. It is Verano, however, who is doing the actual work." What kind of experiment?" Jollis demanded."I do not have all the details. It involves a careful and controlled cycling of the Portal energies." For what purpose?" I do not know." Verano is supposed to be perfecting the craft of targeting Portals via memories. Does this have anything to do with that?" No, Wanderer, I do not believe so."Jollis considered for a moment, then nodded once."That is all I know," the Cohort said."Then return to your.