He remembers the times they’d walk toward him in the playground with that same look on their faces. ‘It’s the four horsewomen of the apocalypse,’ Jimmy Hailler would say. ‘They’re going to make us doing something we don’t want to do.’
'We're not going to give in,' Tom would say.
But they did. Always. ‘Think of the alternatives,’ Jimmy said. ‘They love us. Imagine if they hated us.’
written by The Piper’s Son by Melina Marchetta (via gorgons)