The brothers started giggling at nothing. They felt warm and happy. Pete was relaxed and felt fantastic, the woes of his body’s deterioration faded away.
"I know we’re going to get people that roll their eyes about the name of the book because they think it’s a marketing ploy and a t-shirt, but to them I’ll just say 'read it.'"
This legal Ping-Pong game will continue to go back and forth through his trial. Meanwhile, Dzhokhar sits in his cell, living off meals of chicken and rice and allowed to make only one phone call, write only one letter each week.