chapter twenty-seven foe ddhes taller and sadder than i would have guessedactually , had guessedi took the time 2 make up details while turtles shitbox , but freely loaned , car did its 21st century proletarian version of thomas wolfes train , like a scalpel , sliced through the amer-i-can nighttaller and frailer , more fearful , w/shoulders hunched as if something might explode close byor is that my imagination ? waxy looking ears , like it wouldnt take much , maybe just a little heat , 2 cause them to droopthe khakis were droopy , 2not like pants with a waist 2 small pushed down under a gutmore like some 3rd world person cutting patterns without ever seeing an amer-i-can , but having the idea of plentywatchno ringsvoice as smooth as when i made the phone callno socksand the boat shoes that arent moccasinswhatever those are calledid like to look at the eyes some morehis met mine , but they seemed like they wanted 2 skitter awaypretty blue likehmmm like winter sky , cheap sapphires , oceans deep , a robins eggsome kind of bluei watched him get the noteun-bushido-like , he started the car before he noticed itbut , he did read it right awayseemed 2 slow him a littleid checked his house out earlierpretty littlea bungalow thing with a railed porch w/ center steps and 2 gabled windows above-could have been one of those houses that looks like a face , but someone put the front door over on the right side which screws it upi walked around backno flowersback door wasnt locked .