"
Julia closed her eyes so Uncle Justin wouldn't see her roll them.
He tapped her on the arm, and when she opened her eyes, he handed her a
brochure in French.
"From the Louvre," he said.
"I thought they'd be closed by now," she muttered.
"They are," Justin replied.
"You realize the damage this will do the economy," she said, flinging
her hands in the air in mock exasperation. "No more gasoline, cars,
airlines --"
"I don't need sarcasm right now, Jule," Justin said. "I need some
help. Now."
"So," Julia sighed, "my choices are: either accept the possibility
that you may have done the impossible, or ostracize you like a kook
along with the rest of humanity despite the evidence of my senses.
Right?"
"I think," Justin said, "you've finally figured out how the world
works."
22. The Plan
"If life doesn't offer a game worth playing, then invent a new one."
-- Anthony J. D'Angelo
Denny walked into the interrogation room to find Neoldner and Kurt
giggling inside a cloud of smoke.
"Oh cripes," Denny muttered.
When they heard Denny in the doorway, they stopped moving, slowly
turned toward him, and starting giggling again.
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