CHAPTER 9
Hee-Man’s expression is just as indecipherable as ever when he asks me, “Who is this Pit Sir you mentioned?”
“Pul-it-zer,” I respond, dragging out each syllable. “It’s an award for journalists. A very important award.”
Hee-Man scratches his beardless chin. “So you planned to use this award to overthrow our government?”
I sigh, not caring if my frustration is showing. “It has nothing to do with your government.” Can’t he see that by now? “Honestly and truly, this is all about me. My ambition. Me standing up and accepting that award, getting my name written down in the history books. That’s all.”
Is Hee-Man so caught up in his conformist upbringing that he truly has no notion of selfish ambition? “So you are saying it was not your government who told you to take this picture a
