““I was sitting behind the book counter reading through a magazine someone had left behind and Tex was sitting in the middle of one of the couches, looking wild-eyed and frightening. “This is boring,” Tex said. I looked up from the extraordinary tale of the courage of a young man faced with a rare form of cancer and then looked back down without answering. What could I say? It was boring. “Do something,” Tex demanded. I looked up again. “What do you want me to do?” “I don’t know, something. Isn’t it on someone’s schedule today to kidnap you and hold you hostage?” Oh, dear Lord. “All the bad guys are either dead or behind bars,” I told him. “Bummer.” rock chick 1””
