Rivera Portrait of Sra. Dona Elena Flores de Carrillo

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Repeat what you told me on the phone.”“Damn,” Trotter said nervously. “You know it’s true.”“It’s bullshit,” Corky said.Trotter’s hair was as orange as that of the Cheshire Cat who had toyed with Alice in Wonderland. He had the pinned-wide, protuberant eyes of the Mad Hatter. His nose twitched nervously, reminiscent of the White Rabbit. His bloated face and his huge mustache recalled the famous Walrus, and he was in general as brillig, slithy, and control,” he whispered shakily. “Hurricanes, tornadoes, blizzards, droughts—an untraceable weapon as terrible as nuclear bombs.”In reality, Corky was counting on nothing more than chaos to be his ally, to bring the storm mimsy as numerous of Lewis Carroll’s characters rolled into one.“For God’s sake, Goodfellow,” Trotter all but blubbered, “the storm, [421] the storm! We can’t do the job in this. It’s impossible in weather like this.”Still pressing the Glock to Trotter’s forehead, Corky said, “The storm will break by six o’clock. The wind will die completely. We’ll have ideal conditions.”“Yeah, they’re saying it might break, but what do they know? Do any of their predictions ever turn out right?”“I’m not relying on the TV weathermen, you cretin. I’m relying on supersecret Defense Department satellites that not only study the planet’s weather patterns but control them with microwave energy pulses. We will make the storm end when we need it to end.”This crackpot assertion played well with the paranoid Trotter, whose pinned-wide eyes stretched even wider. “Weather