Welkom bij De executie! In dit programma hier worden jongeren die net 18 jaar zijn geworden en iets misdadigs hebben gedaan geexectuurd… of misschien overleefd er eentje nog wel. Dat hangt er maar van af.
Jackson lifts his dark eyes to mine, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. There’s a sudden pressure in my chest, a breathlessness I’ve never experienced before. Jackson licks his lower lip again, and then slowly withdraws hi hand. He turns toward the sound of the girls running, rounding the building for likely the last time.
“I should probably get back,” I say, getting to my feet.
Jackson walks me toward the fence, and we pause as we reach the iron bars. I wish I could stay just a little longer, but I appreciate the time we’ve had.
“And after that?” I ask, back in my chair with my jeans sticking to me.
“Well-” He turns toward one of the Secret Service men.
The man nods.
“Back to one hundred words a day?” I say.
“Actually, Dr. McClellan -and I’m telling you this in strict confidence, understand?- actually, we’ll be increasing the quota at some point in the future. Once everything gets back on course.”
Well, this is new. I wait to see what other confidential tidbits he’s got up his sleeve.
Good morning everyone,