Is it time to reconsider David Carver’s God? Terry asked quietly.
Gasping, Johnny staggered away from it. He bent to pick up the hammer, then whirled around so clumsily he almost fell, sure that the wolf would be on its feet and coming for him again; there was no way he could have gotten it with the hammer like that, absolutely no way, that baby had been going high, your muscles remembered what it felt like when you’d uncorked one that was going all the way to the backstop, they remembered it very well.
But the wolf lay where it had fallen.
Is it time to reconsider David Carver’s God? Terry asked quietly. Stereo Terry now; she had a place in his head, and she also had a place on the wall under YOU MUST WEAR A HARDHAT.
