7 Dumb like a Fox
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“What about you? Why’d you come?”
I looked from Jesse, who’d asked the question, to Quint, who’d sat up on an elbow to watch us.
“What?”
“What about you? I mean, we know why Miles is here; he wants to know what happened to his parents. And we know why I’m here—I don’t have anything else to lose. But why are you? I mean, you lost your parents, right? So are we here for the same reason; that we don’t have anything else to lose? Or is it something else?” He added quickly: “I’m bonding with you, Quint. Help us read the entrails.”
To my surprise, Quint actually seemed to think about it.
“I’m here to lend muscle,” he said—determinedly, and sat up in a huff. “I mean, let’s face it, you two—” He left off abruptly, as though reconsidering his words. “What I mean is
