If only the boy could talk. He had a tongue in his head: Joe had checked. What horrors had silenced it?
The usual, probably.
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When do we first learn to try to control everything? When, he wondered, was it first instilled in him to plan for the absolute worst? The back-up pack, the secret cache of food, one more escape route. At the first death? When the first barricade was overrun? The first rejection of a clumsy attempt at affection? The time alone in the cinema, when those hands grabbed him?