There was a second man, lying at the foot of the bed. His face was too far out of the light of the television to be seen. He was wearing a checked flannel blazer and old brown shoes. His hands were large and the nails filthy. She felt that she should know this person, and that it was strange that he was lying at the foot of her bed. But she couldn’t think why.
Yea you know him as dead guy in the road
