Jonas turned toward Roland and held out his hand. Cordelia thought that, in the end, Susan would be true to her promise, but until Reaping Fair she would bear close watching. And you never brawled with another gang; you got in a fuckin pisser. His instincts did not awake; Alain’s touch, which had sensed Jonas on the day Jonas had killed the pigeons, did not so much as quiver.
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