Dangerous Compassions

Boba Fett

“It’s 6,” Ming said, seeming troubled. “Yeah?  What time do you want it to be?” I asked. “Hmm,” he said, frowning at his phone. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “The lights should have gone off.  That’s my cue to leave.”  It was a day of the week when he serves a morning meal to the hungry… Read More »