Her stock, which consisted primarily of yellowing paperbacks in various stages of disintegration, each in a clear plastic bag, was stacked before her on her wagon. She had been crying her wares, when she saw the children masked as Shapely; she’d been calling out strange phrases that he supposed were titles: "Valley of the dolls, blood meridian, chainsaw savvy ..." Yamazaki, struck by the queer American poetry, had been on the verge of asking after Chainsaw Savvy . Then she’d fallen silent, and he too had seen the children.