He felt no sympathy at all. This dragged his left leg slightly askew, and the bolt of pain in his crushed knee was enough to wake him up.
and shell be suspicious. That Bossie had indeed died, and when spring had softened the ground enough, Paul had watched from his window, sometimes dumbstruck with awe and sometimes overcome with shrieking attacks of the giggles, as she first dug the grave (it had taken her most of the day) and then dragged Bossie (who had also softened considerably) out from behind the barn. The keyhole was the old-fashioned sort, reminding Paul of John Tenniels Alice in Wonderland drawings, set in the middle of a tarnished keyplate. "He thought of being left alone down here in the cellar and felt panic flush his skin again, but just for a moment.
Getting out of the shotgun seat of this cruiser was a small, slope-shouldered plainsclothesman with lank blonde hair. For a moment his imagination so vivid!
"the cop said, and walked slowly onto the lawn, his pierced back arched and his gut sticking out. Until he could do that, she would have him on a chain as well as in a wheelchair — a chain of Novril capsules.