seeing danny 's face drain of color until it was like cheese , seeing his eyes , always large , grow larger still , and glassy , jack sure the boy was going to faint dead away into the puddle of beer and papers ; his own voice , weak and drunk , slurry , trying to take it all back , to find a way around that not too loud sound of bone cracking and into the past-is there a status quo in the house ? -saying : danny , are you all right ?