Jack laughed. "Too bad. 'Big Freaking Anvil' was a funny guy. He was seven feet tall and weighed as much as about four of me. He could do more pushups than I could count, even with me on his back. Scared everybody else, but he was a really nice guy... died in a car accident two years ago."
"The Seven Anvils were great guys too," Jack went on, almost thoughtfully. "But even they were afraid of BFA. When they saw me talking to him, they freaked out, but I introduced them. I still see five of them occasionally. Two moved to California or somewhere over there. We chat over email from time to time."
He sighed. "Listen to us... Tara's in very great danger somewhere and we're talking about school?" Shaking his head, he fell silent and stared at the floor.