16. The Prisoner
“Why, good morning, Commander—it’s nice to meet you.”
It was the sweetest, most motherly, female voice Alexander had heard since he had last heard his own mother in The Slaughter House several days before. He felt a visceral pang of homesickness, but as the figure came into view, his surprise only deepened. Into the shaft of light appeared a small, smooth, green frog wearing a tattered white dress and a burgundy bandana around her head.
“My name is Evangeline.”
“Why, good morning, Commander—it’s nice to meet you.”
It was the sweetest, most motherly, female voice Alexander had heard since he had last heard his own mother in The Slaughter House several days before. He felt a visceral pang of homesickness, but as the figure came into view, his surprise only deepened. Into the shaft of light appeared a small, smooth, green frog wearing a tattered white dress and a burgundy bandana around her head.
“My name is Evangeline.”
“Why, good morning, Commander—it’s nice to meet you.”
It was the sweetest, most motherly, female voice Alexander had heard since he had last heard his own mother in The Slaughter House several days before. He felt a visceral pang of homesickness, but as the figure came into view, his surprise only deepened. Into the shaft of light appeared a small, smooth, green frog wearing a tattered white dress and a burgundy bandana around her head.
“My name is Evangeline.”