“Ladies and gentlemen,” Damien’s voice echoed throughout the grandstands from his place in the announcer’s booth, “we seem to be experiencing some sort of highly localized weather phenomenon. Please stay in your seats. You are probably safe there. Those on the field, please remain where you are. Cyclones cannot see you if you don’t move.”In the crowd, someone shouted out, “That’s dinosaurs, you crazy fruitbat!”“Same concept,” Damien answered in his amplified voice.”

“Cyclones cannot see you if you don't move""That's dinosaurs you crazy fruit bat!”

“What America is, to me, is a guy doesn't want to buy, you let him not buy, you respect his not buying. A guy has a crazy notion different from your crazy notion, you pat him on the back and say, Hey pal, nice crazy notion, let's go have a beer. America, to me, should be shouting all the time, a bunch of shouting voices, most of them wrong, some of them nuts, but please, not just one droning glamorous reasonable voice.”

“I feel the animal within me emerging, Princess. It’s raw and uncontained, but it wants to please you. If we wait . . .” His chin dropped, his voice too. “I cannot hurt you, do you understand?”

“The crowd watched. 'Sir?' said the cop. 'Can you please answer the crazy woman so we can all go home?”

“No, I’m surprised he didn’t say goodbye.”“Well, of course he didn’t say goodbye.” Heather put down her mug. “You would have convinced him to stay.”“That’s not true.”“Oh, please.” Heather rolled her eyes. “You would have been like Oh, Tristan, please don’t go. Stay with me so I can crush on you and giggle at everything you say.” Heather nodded. “That’s what it would have been like. In that high-pitched voice and everything.”