fifty eight
oden climed oyut of the car and stepped in front of the hood . he pulled my cell from the side pocket of his cargo pants , did an exaggerated big league winup , and tossed the phone fifty yards into the scrub . he repeated the motion with another ohine , i assumed it was amy's . he's wanted me to see the phones were gone .
he got back in the car ." hate cell phones , too." he said . we waited thetre , parked by the side of the dusty road , for a good two minutes .
oden , i thought , was deciding when to shoot us . he hated computers and cell phones but had demonstrated some disconcerting comfort with guns .
amy was loud the whole timre . her gag was limiting her to vowels .
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.eeeeeeee.eeeeeee/"
"shut her up ." oden said ." or i will ."
for the first time i heard irritation infiltrace his tone . i had to shut her up .
"eeeeeeeeee."
"hey ," i said as i turned to amy . i didn't want to use her name in front ofhim . she was sr=truggling , writhing against the tape . her eyes were frantic .she kept rolling them to the tops of their sockets . the position shew was in left her contorted in the wort possible way . it would have been a painful pose for a rag doll to maintain .
i tried ti imagine her agony .
oden climed oyut of the car and stepped in front of the hood . he pulled my cell from the side pocket of his cargo pants , did an exaggerated big league winup , and tossed the phone fifty yards into the scrub . he repeated the motion with another ohine , i assumed it was amy's . he's wanted me to see the phones were gone .
he got back in the car ." hate cell phones , too." he said . we waited thetre , parked by the side of the dusty road , for a good two minutes .
oden , i thought , was deciding when to shoot us . he hated computers and cell phones but had demonstrated some disconcerting comfort with guns .
amy was loud the whole timre . her gag was limiting her to vowels .
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.eeeeeeee.eeeeeee/"
"shut her up ." oden said ." or i will ."
for the first time i heard irritation infiltrace his tone . i had to shut her up .
"eeeeeeeeee."
"hey ," i said as i turned to amy . i didn't want to use her name in front ofhim . she was sr=truggling , writhing against the tape . her eyes were frantic .she kept rolling them to the tops of their sockets . the position shew was in left her contorted in the wort possible way . it would have been a painful pose for a rag doll to maintain .
i tried ti imagine her agony .
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