be a handful from among the millions. Walter had waited, uncertain if this merited writing down. “What happens to the rest of us?” Talbott had smiled and sighed. His eyes blink-blinked and drifted to consider the blood-flecked cement floor. “What happens is what always happens.” Going on, he’d claimed that the government had always known Pearl Harbor would be attacked by the Japanese. He’d insisted the government had known all along about the impending destruction of the World Trade Center. The battleships sunk had been practically
