Literature
Odd Hobbies
"What a freak," Timothy said, holding up the disembodied head of the suit. He stared into the snarling wolf's maw, made a little less fearsome by the fact that the teeth were made of stuffed linen and the eyes were embroidered.
"This, coming from the guy who dresses up in a wool uniform in the middle of summer and marches around fields carrying a ten pound musket and a full pack," I said.
"I'm a historical reinactor," he said defensively.
"Whatever." I pushed open the door of the interrogation room. Thompson was sitting in a chair in front of the table, looking miserable, dressed in an orange prisoner's jumpsuit. I motioned to Tim, who