Chapter 4The thin man in a burgundy tunic brought Gideon dinner that night. In a low and unnecessary voice, he warned Gideon that this was his last night. “Not even Jesus gets more than three days,” he said, and though Gideon had no idea who he meant, he understood the words.
So he made the night stretch out. He balled up one of the napkins given to him and tossed it like a ball in the air. He made it into a kite, with a thin piece of straw as the string. He made straw into streamers, into strands of hair. He did handstands and cartwheels. He touched every last surface of his cell, both looking for ways to escape, and seeking out all kinds of touch for his memory. He was convinced he would be dead come morning. He could not spin straw into gold. Only if that tiny man returns would he surv
