"This is going to sound contrived," Paul Vizzini began as he bit at the heel of his chalky 35-year-old palm. "Like a tall tale, or an urban legend, what my nephews call F.O.A.F. stories, it means friend of a friend. But upon my mother's grave it is the truth."
"Go, on Mr. Vizzini, I doubt it can be that fantastical," Dr. Elizabeth Engels implored from behind him in the darkened nook of the office. More...