It was obvious that they were parroting some piece of nonsense they had heard on the radio or read in the newspapers. Sometimes one was tempted to say...as much, but on such occasions one was met with such a stare of incredulity, such a shock of silence, as if one had blasphemed the Almighty, that one realized how useless it was even to try to make contact with a mind which had become warped and for whom the facts of life had become what Hitler or Goebbels, with their cynical disregard for truth,. Both would get him turned away at the door of any reputable club. And he wasn't compromising there; only a reputable club would work for him. He had to look calm, inscrutable, completely in control.Gibbs collected his wallet and room key and slipped a sheathed ceramic knife into his sock before leaving the room. On his way out, he grabbed the piece of paper with the names of the clubs on them. He strode through the lobby, the dings and bells and whistles of the various gambling machines. By the time he returned with the sodas he felt he had gotten himself under control. Devon had a look of despair on his face as Zach set the cans down. 'Hey, it's not that bad, just focus a little and we'll get it done. I'm worried Mister Peters, what'll happen when I go to College and I can't get your help? 'By then Zach said with a laugh, you'll have this mastered. He squeezed the boy's shoulder, Devon nodded and they went to work. Things went slowly at first, then Zach got an idea and he and. .. Get him to come home for lunch today." I can text him, but I'm pretty sure it won't do any good. I don't think he ever wants to see me again, much less have lunch together." Oh, I bet you can be persuasive ... just tell him the girl who knows all about him called you and gave you a way to save him from utter ruin and humiliation." The girl who knows all about ... every-fucking-thing IS YOU, bitch!" Avril was clearly loosing and throwing caution to the wind. Humiliating her was one thing, she.