wendy turning on the light , seeing his clothes ripped and smeared from some cloudy parking-lot scuffle that had occurred at a vaguely remembered honky-tonk just over the new hampshire border hours before , crusted blood under his nose , now looking up at his wife , blinking stupidly in the light like a mole in the sunshine , and wendy saying dully , you son of a bitch , you woke danny up .