By Matt Ruff
Jane Charlotte has been arrested for homicide. She says she's a member of a mystery association dedicated to combating evil. She says she's operating with the dep. for the ultimate Disposition of Irredeemable Persons—aka "Bad Monkeys." Her confession lands her within the jail's psychiatric wing and earns her numerous hours of poking, probing, and wondering through a certified. yet is Jane loopy or mendacity? Or is she enjoying a complete diversified online game altogether?
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The gun was gone too, wasn’t it? Yeah. But there was something else in its place. A coin. A gift from the pistol fairy, maybe. It was the size of a quarter, but thicker and heavier. It looked like gold. It had the same image on both sides, a hollow pyramid with a glowing eye inside of it, you know, kind of like the capstone from the pyramid on the dollar bill. Running around the rim of the coin was a three-word slogan: omnes mundum facimus. My Latin is rusty. Mundum means “world”? Yeah. I got a Latin dictionary from the school library and worked it out.
No,” I said. “I told you, it was a hunting knife. ” He took me back inside with him. The hunting knife had disappeared; when I pointed to the spot on the floor where I’d dropped it, the cop said, “That’s where I found this,” and held up the steak knife again. ” “Of course I’m sure,” I said, annoyed. ” Then I remembered the toolbox: “Wait a minute . . ” I led him into the garage and around to the back of the van. “In there,” I said. “You’ll probably need his keys . ” But the van’s back doors were unlocked now.
Good. Because it would make you a liar if you didn’t. ” “Well I wouldn’t want to be that,” says the doctor. ” We All Make the World I GREW UP. I lived in Siesta Corta until I turned eighteen. It wasn’t supposed to be for that long, but my mother refused to take me back, and not even my aunt and uncle could come up with a way to make her. Were you upset about not going home? No. Before the incident with the janitor, I would have been, but after . . My perspective on pretty much everything was different.
Bad Monkeys: A Novel (P.S.) by Matt Ruff