I didn't believe in any of that hokey pokey witchy voodoo stuff my wife was into. I mostly just ignored it and humored her on it because if I ever made fun of it she would never let me hear the end of it. One time I made fun of her religion and then got the most nasty stomach ache of my life...
I wade through enemy ranks. The enemy is entirely unaware of my past and that is just the way I like it. What they left behind was a sobbing, broken little girl. They never imagined that she would survive. They thought I was a goner and such an assumption would be their downfall.
The blundering...