Chapter 7It felt good to be back on the open road again. When Shirley woke up that morning, she wasn’t surprised to see Chatham already awake and doing something constructive. The man was like a machine; he only needed three hours a sleep a night to function well, he told her, and he had always been that way. He was one of those rare types who thrived on less sleep and the extra time enabled him to get a jump start on the day while everyone else was still sleeping.
He was busy working at the table making some pipe bombs. Shirley had never seen a pipe bomb in real life before, and she found the process of making them fascinating as she watched him work. She didn’t ask him how he was making them or where he had learned such a skill. Somehow she didn’t think it was something they taught in b
