Chapter 65: Every Day Is a Good Day

Sheep Unit opened its mouth wide, so I reached inside to see what it had brought. Out came a steaming towel. I handed it to the man in front of me, and he leaned back hard in his chair, making full use of the backrest, tilted his head up, and laid the towel across his eyes. He pressed it down with a long, weary groan. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh…” The sound was pure middle-aged man. Well, to be fair, he was a middle-aged man. Howard Wargman—this camp’s one and only proper adult of…