She watched as he began to raise the
beam higher. She involuntarily closed her eyes only to hear the man
scream. When she looked, she saw him stagger back and drop the board,
his face red with claw marks. She looked down in time to see Cecil
jump into her arms.
"Cecil?" she asked.
Cecil licked her nose.
"How did you get here?"
Denny's phrase echoed again in her head. It reminded her of
something... What was it that she had read? "Nobody ever said a day
has to be juggled into any kind of sense at day's end.'" What kind of
crap was that! Would a fight like this be taking place if life was
meaningless? Was it just by pretending that there was no structure to
the world that got you through, detached and senseless to the lower
orders of people beneath you? If that were true (she noted as Denny
brought a framed poster over the top of Ritchie's head), this lobby
would be a lot easier to clean up in the morning.
But what if it was all just coincidence? The last twenty-four hours
being nothing but a protracted example of how some fool can carve the
world into some semblance of order because one thing happens
chronologically after another? No reason for Kurt to have his butt
kicked by Alona, for Denny to land on Tom after tripping over the Lab
Coat Man, for Ritchie to sock the Manager in the jaw, or for a thick
gray mist to begin sweeping across the lobby floor?
Julia blinked and rubbed her eyes.
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