The Revenge of One Humiliated
It's not a question.
—Yes. Terribly. I… I don't want to be away from them anymore. I don't want this town, these people, to steal a single one of their laughs from me.
—Then don't let them, she says simply. Where do you want them to be, if not with you?
I close my eyes, overwhelmed by a feeling of gratitude so violent it takes my breath away.
—Come. Come, all of you. Today. The jet is at your disposal at the airfield. It's only waiting for your call.