“Silvers?” Cherry whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Oh God. Man, I know we’re goina hit the s**t. I just know it.”
“Naw.”
“Oh God. I’m shakin like a leaf. Man, you gotta do somethin for me.” Cherry’s voice was full of panic and infectious fear.
“What is it?”
“Dog’s alerted.”
“Oh,” Silvers relaxed as if saying, is that all. “Where?”
“How the f**k should I know? Wherever he’s at. Oh God, I don’t want this to happen.”
“Sshhh,” Silvers sounded. He moved closer to Cherry. Cherry fumbled frantically in his fatigue jacket for a pen and piece of paper. “You okay?” Silvers asked.
“If anything happens to me”—Cherry paused. He was holding Silvers’ wrist and shaking. He had thought of doing this several times during the night but he was afraid of being ostracized. “If something happens to me, write to my
