The zig-zag of concrete whirred to life below me. My world had indeed exploded."You're not trying, boy, struggle Lincoln, fight for yourself. You need... to learn to defend yourself," He had his lips against my ear, encouraging me and occasionally pulling at my earlobes with his thick, Arab lips. It didn't feel sexual, more like adding humiliation of a man taking another by force. He was playing with me. "Against who, sir? The only one attacking me is you," I struggled against his hold as he had. ” “I know,” Bill said, “I was going to say something. When I picked you up at the airport that day. I had a whole speech all ready; I was going to ask you right out if it was true. Then you came running and hugged and kissed me and somehow it just didn’t seem important anymore.” He smiled slightly as he remembered their reunion that day. “I was trying to convince myself the call came from a jealous model who had her boyfriend call,” Bill said. “But then I saw you with another guy after we were. At the time of the bombing you knew some things about it that weren't knowable to the public. And ever since the bombing you've been visibly worried about something." What did I know that wasn't public?" Remember, you were at my house just a few hours after the bombing story broke, and we watched coverage of it on TV. Right away you said, 'They killed the children to get Congress to pass the hate speech legislation that's been introduced.' And you added, 'They could have done it at night. Jeremy and Matthew spent every day together, gurgling in their own baby language or taking their afternoon naps together. Sometimes the two sat on Uncle Donovan’s lap for a story. Sometimes Uncle Victor sang strange songs. Sometimes all four played with Virgil. Yes, indeed! Another collision yielded another Virgil. As if one wasn’t enough. Donovan knew Laci wanted Matthew to grow up with a dog so he started doing research on dogs that would be good around kids and not shed, bark too much, or.