““He squeezed into a normal chair, which was two sizes too small for him. He tried to scowl back but his face just didn’t work that way. Whatever he did with it came out fat smiles. He sat there smiling. Lavery took the cigar out of his mouth. “Nice to see you,” he growled. “Nice to be back.” “Where were you?” “Sleeping.” Lavery reached for the ashtray. “Maybe you sleep too much.” Missed it. “Ever think of that?” “All the time.” “And?” “That’s what makes me fall asleep.” Lavery””
