Chapter 210

We decided before the sun touched the lip of the hill: we would play the fools.

Yes, but not the kind that bend their backs for kicks, not the kind that beg a rumor for mercy.

No—our kind of foolishness would be the sort that makes enemies grind their teeth: smiling when they expect snarls, feeding when they come hungry for fear, opening windows when they think smoke will choke us.

We would make