“When I was a kid,” Cherry said, “I thought if you dug deep enough you’d hit China. I wonder, if we dig deep enough here, will we hit the States?”
Egan looked up and laughed. “Here,” he said getting out of the hole and handing Cherry the ET, “you dig. If you get there, I’ll go with you.”
Egan and Cherry took turns digging. The shortness of the ET and the hardness of the earth jarred Cherry’s arms and hands. “This is tearin my hands apart,” he complained to Egan.
Egan was not paying attention to him. Now that he was not digging he was pensive. Cherry repeated his gripe. Egan looked at him. “Ya know, I bet Nguyen’s pissed the holy mothafuck off at us.”
“What?”
“He took all that time siting in this trail, waiting for someone to come trickytrottin down. Then he goes riskin firin our asses
