the hands of the stylish sunburst clock over the jenn-aire range stood at 3.20 and the drunk was sprawled dead up there in the nook like some horrid oozing relic from the subcellar of a junkshpp and there was blood everywhere , and todd began trying to clean it up , wiping every exposed surface , all the time screaming at the dead wino that he had to go , had to leave him alone , and the wino just lolled there and stayed dead , grinning up at the ceiling , and the freshets of blood kept pouring from the stab-wounds in his dirty skin .