“V was half way down the hall when he heard a yelp. He hightailed it back, barging through the door. “What? What’s …”“I’m going bald!”V whipped back the shower curtain and frowned. “What are you talking about? You’ve still got your hair…”“Not my head! My body, you idiot! I’m going bald!”Vishous glanced down. Butch’s torso and legs were shedding, a rush of dark brown fuzz pooling around the drain.V started laughing. “Think of it this way. At least you won’t have to worry about shaving your back as you get old, true? No manscaping for you.”He was not surprised when a bar of soap came firing at him.”

“He leaned down and whispered to me: No matter how thin you get, no matter how short you cut your hair, it's still going to be you underneath. And he let go of my arm and walked back down the hall.”

“He started wrapping the fabric around my eyes and I laughed, “Caeden, what are you doing?”“I think that’s pretty obvious. I’m blindfolding you, silly girl.”He secured the knot on the back of my head. “You better not mess up my hair,” I warned.”

“Oooohhh, I’m worried. You gonna kick my butt with your one good leg? (Josie)Good luck finding Drake’s body. At least he won’t have a problem getting hard for you. (Terri)”

“Jesus, Dolores, you've got to get yourself together. You've got responsibilities. Think about those sometimes - okay? - and get your fucking head right."Those were the last words his wife heard from him. He'd closed the door and walked down the stairs, paused on the last step. He thought of going back. He thought of going back up the stairs and into the apartment and somehow making it right. Or, if not right, at least softer.Softer. That would have been nice.”

“When you sit that way, you look kind of like a beach ball with a head,” he continued. “Your haircut is really, really bad, I’m probably going to lose my job for helping you this way, and I’m dying to fuck you.” He glanced at her. “That honest enough for you?”