Chapter 42 A Fight Is Brewing
- I was startled by the sharp, loud banging of a door. Who was that? It was still early, I presume? I turned to the spoon-shaped clock hanging on the wall.
- Ten thirty. Or was it nine thirty two?
- Oh, not that early. Though with this crazy expensive, custom designed wall watch, one could find it hard to tell what number the slim noodle-like hour and minute hands were pointing.