George asked himself why he was spared when the guy behind him in line died.
There was no rhyme or reason to it. He happened to be first in line, but he could have easily been second.
It wasn’t fair. Why should somebody die just because George rushed to be the first in line that day? He had pushed past a troop of children for goodness sake! He shoved a bunch of kids out of the way and some guy died for it.
George sat on the stoop making mournful noises. He wished he’d never heard of the presidential pardon.