“George can’t breathe down here,” Tom insisted. “He’s gonna die.”
“Yeah, I see,” Eric snapped, angry because he didn’t see at all.
“I just thought you should know. It’s a bad thing, don’t you think?”
“I suppose. Should we do something? We should do something.” At the moment he said this, Eric almost meant it. “What can we do, Tom?”
Tom sighed.
“We can’t do anything, that’s what. But why not? Why not?” Continue reading