Damn one-in-a-million shot, piece of steel thrown clear. Hit the boy.
You wouldn't think a skycraper falling two miles away could do that.
Other pieces come down pretty close, too. You wouldn't think.
Nothing broke, Susan said, but plenty bleeding.
Little guy don't cry or nothing.
The women got him bandaged and all fixed up. Ackerman and Turkey argue like always. I stay to the side.
Johnny wouldn't take the painkiller Susan offers. Says he doesn't want to sleep. Wants to look when we get across the bay. Getting hurt don't faze him much as it do us.
So we go on.