THE FEUD

"Like I said earlier," I start, Deep gripping my hand as if soliciting with me not to enunciate what he already knows. I dismiss his exotic gesture and continue, "Ajay is a vicious treacherous devil. He is cunning. We have no idea what his next move will be or when, but we at least have a surmise of what he wants. He is a ticking bomb right now that will explode any minute. We will give him what he wants before he explodes because that will bring total doom." I finish, with Deep's hand almost breaking mine from his beastly grip, his hand trembling on mine. He doesn't know he is beginning to hurt me. His fear of my plan is taking a tall one on him.

"I still don't understand." Dan speaks.

It's not that he doesn't discern what I am explaining. I didn't speak in parables or tongues. He is just in denial that I am actually suggesting this.

However insane my suggestion sounds, sacrifices are parts and parcels of our lives, I believe, and this is worth it. All the lives that have been oblit