The stairs are not my only test. There’s the heavy bag at Gordo’s Gym, and how frightened I get, or not, when a man pulls a gun on me. There’s sitting in the same room with Hush, who, if he were to have put a notch in his gun for every man he’d killed, would have whittled off the entire handle in the first half of his career. Life is a test, and the final grade is always an F.
