Status Updates From Suttree (Modern Library)

Suttree smiled. I hear that old woman shot you the other night. [...] She shot about four holes in the wall. Shot a picture down. I ducked behind the sofa and she shot a hole in that and John Clancy said they was a rat the size of a housecat come out from under it just shittin and a gettin it. He was layin in the floor and he said it run right over the top of him. -- C.M.

He went into the Gold Sun... sitting at the counter among the morning smells of fried sausage and eggs. He rolled back the folds of his trouserlegs and examined his wound. The beggar's illspaced teeth had printed two little sickle shapes, the flesh blue, small pinlets of blood. Harrogate wet a paper napkin in his water glass and laved it over his queer stigmata. Son of a bitch, he muttered. -- C.M.