Chapter 9
A heavy, gray-colored parka dropped to Zeb’s knees and concealed his damaged skull and shoulder, among other body parts that were mutilated. Galoshes of the same hue garnished size eleven feet. The queer figure traipsed through the rain, weaving across town—a left on Miston Way, a right on Bockner, a left on Dinnington Avenue, across Route 780, a right on Cheaston Street. His pace was steady and brisk through the downpour. Each step careened into a puddle, lifted, and continued forward in his nightly adventure.