“It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.” Lewis Carroll
The week, what was left of it, passed without much excitement, which to Arturo was a red flag and tantamount to the calm before the storm. He had spent the last few days anticipating the worst, and given that he had no clue what that would be or what shape or type of disaster would swoop down to engulf him, he had been imagining all kinds of situations in which he, along with his entire family and friends, were victims. After many scenarios, all of which he discarded one by one as being totally unreasonable or very unlikely, he had settled for one in which he was sort of a Jonah, a hardworking Jonah, a minding-his-own-business-fishing-for-salmon kind of Jonah, and then when you least expected it . . . boom! A whale.
Arturo feeling sorry for himself. From About Face, book 4 in the Cuco series.