Thaddeus is going to die, and then it’s going to be me. I see him sitting there resigned to it and I want to scream. If dying here is what fate has in store for me, then the Greeks have been right all along. Sophocles said fate has a terrible power. And with my father’s voice, I hear the quote. “You cannot escape it by wealth or war. No fort will keep it out, no ships outrun it.” With Fate hanging over me like a guillotine waiting to drop, I run. As I run, I scream.
