the underside of the top bunk.
the hindquarters of a diapered baby are just disappearing around the corner of the nursery door into the hallway.
the baby and, beyond it, the stairway down to the main floor. we hear footsteps approaching.
the front door of the trailer. someone is pounding insistently.
hi is approaching the check-out island with a gun in one hand, the carton of huggies tucked under the other. the l'eggs stocking is pulled over his head to distort his features.
at carpet level. gale's shoes enter his field of vision. they stride over to a mess of debris in the corner of the living room.
the feet walk away and leave his field of vision.
down the barrel of his shotgun. the car with the blue interior is swerving crazily at us, one front tire blown out.
looking down the length of his own body. his legs stretch away in a v.
lenny is again sluing the bike around.