Bayne in Belgium

Where's Vic? The answer may surprise you.

Alert reader Celine Van Geyt spotted Victor Bayne on her Belgian accounting book.

I haven't quite decided if Vic is good with numbers or not... then again, this excerpt from Camp Hell sheds a bit of light on that question:

“I think I might have found something.” Zigler consulted his notebook, then looked up at the room. “Nearly forty percent of the patients who died spent some time in this emergency partition.”

I decided I didn’t like the ER, not at all, and I was filled with gratitude about the fact that when I sprained my elbow, I had gotten to go to The Clinic, where they ushered me into a private room right away, and saw to me within a reasonable amount of time. And there wasn’t a scary, toothless guy who smelled like vinegar sitting next to me, cursing up a blue streak. And there wasn’t a little kid crying loud enough to shatter my eardrums. Don’t get me wrong; I felt bad for the kid. Heck, the vinegar guy, too. But I wouldn’t want to be sitting among them if I was in need of emergency medical care.

“Forty percent,” I repeated. I wondered if that was statistically important, and decided it probably was. If not, Zig wouldn’t have mentioned it. “And, uh, the other sixty percent?”

“Divided among seven other partitions.”

Sixty divided by seven…or was that seven divided by sixty? Seven sixtieths? I sucked at fractions. Anyway, it was smaller than forty percent. Probably.

(from Camp Hell)