Charles Wallace took it, made another face, but managed to swallow. “Still tastes like sand,” he said. He looked at the man. “Why?” “You know perfectly well why. You’ve shut your mind entirely to me. The other two can’t. I can get in through the chinks. Not all the way in, but enough to give them a turkey dinner.
So he cant eat the dinner because his mind is shut out to the red eye guy but he is somehow the most susceptible to being hypnotized by the red eye guy? You're losing me.
