Chapter Eight Page 9
Lincoln Memorial, DC.
Kid: Mommy, look!
There’s a tiger!
Mom: Don’t be silly. Why would there be –
– a tiger?
Ann’s Being: Coming up on Park now, boss. She has the Bear with her. Animal form. Diminished somewhat from life-size . . . probably in an effort to make her seem taller.
Park: In other words, the same size I’ve kept him at for the past ten years.
Walker: Oh, there’s no need to be offended! I do the same thing. Borrowed the idea from you, in fact.