C4 antho - Chamber Four

On Castles ~175~
medical profession has sense enough to kiss off an afternoon
for golf, or defile a nurse in the records
room. The only sane thing I can say about these people
is that they actually condone heavy drug use.
Approximately,
Mantooth
* * * *
My phone rings at three o’clock in the morning. It’s Wesley.
“I’m dying,” he says.
“Dying how?”
“Iraq. They’re shipping me off tomorrow.”
“For work?”
“Yesss.”
“You sound strange.”
“Strange? Strange how?”
“You don’t sound like yourself.”
“Oh. Valium.”
“Valium?”
“And double Greyhounds.”
“Did they say why they’re sending you?”
“Moderately complex matters.”
“Are you going?”
“My division at the firm is government and infrastructure.
In a nutshell.”
“Quit.”
“My father.”