the smuggler’s bible


“You should eat something.”

“Not yet. Maybe later today.”

Rumble sits on the bed and looks out over the open balcony.  The sunlit valley peels off into the distance toward the foothills. Through the glare, Juliet watches small figures working their way along a path. They pause. One offers something to the other, water probably.

“How do you know if you’re you, Juliet?”

“Experience, I guess. Familiarity.”


“Among other things.”

“Other things,” Rumble says. He puts one broad hand in front of his face and turns it against the light, spreading his fingers. “That’s what I was afraid of.”