It is about noon when John taps my shoulder. In a light voice he says " its time."
I in a semi-harsh tone "All right then the troops ready or not?"
"Don't know?"
"They better be or it's the chair for us."
"Chu."
My cell phone rang but I didn't need to answer it because Josh already thought me the message. As I turned the corner we passed the news section. Which I didn't think was necessary, but boy I couldn't have been more wrong. For about twenty minutes neither of us said any thing. But then John says "Ja hear about Timis death?"
"Yea"
"Kinda sad don't yah think?"
"Yeah. That piece of sh…
