Riding past Marcia’s house, he waves at her family every time but they never wave back, except Marcia. It doesn’t bother him because they’re town outcasts and so is he, and in some weird way he takes pleasure in predicting they’ll eventually come around when they get to know him. It’s a psychic bond they’re too stubborn to acknowledge. I guess it calms him. He knows exactly what happens on these rides he takes. Greer stops him with some gossip, usually about the neighbor he’s taken to calling Chester the Molester, our boy’s uncle, and asks if he has cigarettes. Hey, Homes! He waves from his yard. ’Sup, Greer. He stops and talks and rolls his eyes. Greer seems to enjoy his attitude. He’s back. Who’s back? Chester the Molester, dummy. Gotta post that sign in his lawn now, but he’s on probation or something. His kid moved out. Still don’t have that sign up, though. Well, his kid should move out if he was fucking him, right? Fatty got all quiet: But here’s the bad part.
