““He looked around the room: the light from outside was laying a big pattern across Goody’s bed and hitting this little rug he had, the kind you use to step out of the shower. The floor itself was made out of those big squares of thinnest-possible linoleum, many of them chipped and broken at the corners; all kinds of hair and shit got stuck down there and ground in over time. A paper clip, a trapezoid shard of an old broken light bulb, a flattened-out piece of gum from the Second World War. Pick made a vow never to go barefoot in this room.””
