John Reared From the Water
— however bad a person you may think I am —- place on 53rd Street
- “I tried to save her,”
- the child’s umbrella
- something from a Mary Shelley nightmare
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John reared from the water like something from a Mary Shelley nightmare, with a harpoon instead of the usual lightning rod. He waved the thing over his head like the child’s umbrella he stole in our first caper together, then flung it at the receding zodiac. Or maybe he was aiming for Tessa’s back. In either case, he missed. The harpoon lanced into the waves and struck bottom, then stood there quivering in the flashing neon and surf.
“I tried to save her,” John muttered, “from you and from herself. And this is the thanks I get?”
“She’s going to the place on 53rd Street,” I said. “You can’t let her get there John — however bad a person you may think I am — you can’t let her. You know how much trouble we’ll both be in if she gets her hands on it! How much trouble the world will be in!”
bonus points for using them in reverse order