And the crocodile, waiting patiently in the lake for the outcome. They were almost side by side and there was a gap of a few centimeters between them. We reached the wall. I picked up a branch and, using it as a club, hit the monkey on the temple. Wouldn’t they consider Laura and me to be different species – waiting to kill each other? I thought he would wake up before you. Anyway, I had no tools to dig. My attempt to close my eyes and treat the whole thing as a natural extension of last night’s drunken bender only drew another foot into my ribs. And the crocodile, waiting patiently in the lake for the outcome. A well-built woman, as out of the commercials that beckon you to the South Seas, naked-glutted, was insistently nudging me with her foot somewhere between the second and third rib. and, from first glance, we were the only survivors of the arena. After pooling in a sort of trough, it spilled over its edges into the lake on whose
