“The screaming heavy metal of Blue Oyster Cult’s “Tattoo Vampire” was gone. The TV in the common room, which had been cackling out an episode of Hogan’s Heroes instead of the news, had fallen dormant.
Richard turned toward Jack, opening his mouth to speak.
“I don’t like it, Gridley,” Jack said first. “The native tomtoms have stopped. It’s too quiet.”
“Ha-ha,” Richard said thinly.
“Richard, can I ask you something?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Are you scared?”
Richard’s face said that he wanted more than anything to say No, of course not—it always gets quiet around Nelson House this time of the evening. Unfortunately, Richard was utterly incapable of telling a lie. Dear old Richard. Jack felt a wave of affection.
“Yes,” Richard said. “I’m a little scared.”
“Can I ask you something else?”
“I guess so.”
“Why are we both whispering?”
Richard looked at him for a long time without saying anything. Then he started down the green corridor again.
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