MORT'S LAWS

摘要

"Shut up! All of you!" Mortons bellow silenced the squabbling voices in the cellar of the burned-out building. "You asked me here - now talk. One at a time." He perched on the edge of the squared-off pile of rubble that passed for a table. Kids, he thought. I used to see em as troops, but they're no more than kids. When I was their age... He stopped himself from heading down the nostalgia route. He'd never been their age. He'd grown up in the days of cars and air conditioning, Wal-Mart and cheap Chinese footwear. He'd lived in a house with a roof on it and had a real high school to drop out of. He'd even had a father, though the surly sot hadn't taught him more than how to dial for pizza delivery.