'I was hearing the generator, but you know how it is when you're lost — noises are funny. Henry sounded desperate. He won't be able to move fast. As he pushed his blue jeans down, revealing the lower half of his thermal underwear, the Beav came back in with a ceramic pot from upstairs.
It isn't anything he knows, he tells Jonesy, just a feeling that their old pal might need a visit. Now one of them, a portly fellow in an orange down-filled parka that made him look like the Pillsbury Dough Boy, walked over. He swung a leg out, then fell to Jonesy's knees in a snowdrift as the howling wind snatched the door out of his hand. 'No shit? It was that bad? That close?' It occurred to Henry that he had just been indiscreet.
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