“Henry said as Fox dabbed his split lip with a wad of cotton wool soaked in antiseptic. She looked at him like he was being a baby and continued to clean the cut. “You have a real way with people, Ward,” she said. “Is there anyone at Malcorp who doesn’t want to punch you out?” Henry clenched his jaw and said nothing. He might have reminded the girl that it was because of her and Christian that everyone wanted to punch him out in the first place. He was sitting in the room above the cafe,... having run all the way from Malcorp High. To his surprise, Hank the guard hadn’t given him any trouble when he had passed through the main gate in the middle of a Monday morning, but that didn’t mean his movements wouldn’t be reported back. As Fox continued to clean the cut, his gaze fell upon an easel in the corner. An oil painting was in progress – it was of Newton’s main street. Shoppers with thin, distorted bodies were walking along it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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