For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

...she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.

After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby.

been there done that, bought the t-shirt" Chapter 2

But of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked.

You're driving me NORMAL!

A man who discovers his pants are on fire tends to have very little time to worry about somebody else's box of matches