Literature
Brand and The Beast Ch. 27
My name is Ben Mathews and I think I need an interpreter to communicate with Wes.
For someone who apparently had been unwilling to talk to Keith or Glory, he began talking a mile a minute the second I entered the room.
“Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh! Thank god you’re here! I don’t even know where here is, but I can’t wait to break out. I’ve always liked movies where people break out of jail. It may have started with Shawshank Redemption, but I feel like there are way better ones than that. In many ways the Lizzie McGuire movie is kind of like a great escape when Lizzie sneaks out of the hotel to moonlight as a pop star. Maybe this is going to be my popstar ark?”
I stood in the room, my head nearly brushing the ceiling, feeling myself blink as I tried to figure out how to respond. I opened my mouth, just about to say god only knows what, but Wes started rambling again.
“You’re not saying anything?! Ben! Why aren’t you saying anything?! You’re not sending me to jail, are you!? I’m not
