“Is O with you?” Ben asks, aware that if she is, she’s in handcuffs and leg irons, because O would rather sip cat urine straight from the cat than iced tea with her mother on the patio. Paqu lets the “O” reference slide. “No, I believe she’s out seeking employment.” And I believe, Ben thinks, that bin Laden is hitting open-mike night at the West Akron Holiday Inn.
