Richard Morris

Cologne No. 10 for men Richard Morris

Wilfred skipped through the next few dayslike a flat rock on still water. He had all theweapons he needed. Now all he needed wasbodies. They will come, he thought. Theywill come. He used Trinh day after day, offering him toColonel Clary sunny side up and over easy. He began by dressing him in a fresh NVAuniform and then he caked it with mud andused it again. At night he retired to hishooch and patiently sewed rank insigniason it, changing them daily. When he'd exhausted all permutations, heresorted to new civilian garb, once evenborrowing a girl's pajamas and paddingthem appropriately. The face he altered, too,though Wilfred was fairly certain thecolonel wouldn't risk being called a racialbigot again. He had Trinh make faces,selected an expression and told him tofreeze. Borrowed glasses of varying stylesand made Trinh wear them. Stuffed cottonin his mouth and under his lips. Drew scarsand wrinkles on his face with charcoal. Then he arranged Trinh's limbs in a myriadof configurations, discovering ways ofbending and twisting his arms and legs thathe didn't know were possible, grotesqueways that looked as though the memberswere horribly broken