W hen Harv came back home, he was walking with all of his weight on one 
foot. When the light struck the smudges on his face in the right way, Nell 
could see streaks of red mixed in with the dirt and the toner. He was breathing 
fast, and he swallowed heavily and often, as though throwing up were much on 
his mind. But he was not empty-handed. His arms were crossed tightly across his 
belly. He was carrying things in his jacket.