bill stood mesmerized , watching his brother come toward him , george again after all these years , it was george at the end as it had been george at the beginning , oh yes , and he could hear the creak of george 's yellow slicker as george closed the distance , he could hear the jingle of the buckles on his overshoes and he could smell something like wet leaves , as if underneath the slicker george 's body was made of them , as if the feet inside george 's galoshes were leaf-feet , yes , a leaf-man , that was it , that was george , he was a rotted balloon face and a body made of dead leaves , the kind that sometimes choke the sewers after a flood .