My hands and underarms grew clammy with fevered regret as I doubled over in the simple but cushy chair, head down and fingers interlocked as though in prayer. Then, the grey-haired, bifocaled man uttered the magic words that would grip my body and make it convulse wildly in a fit of rapture: “You are NOT the father!”
Tag: Magic
Rabbit
For her final act, Maria pulls a rabbit out of her hat. The rabbit explodes—killing everyone in the venue.