'I dunno-dark. It was a long 'Time ago,' said Milo. 'What else was he wearing?'
'Pants, shoes, whatever. He looked like you.' Smile. Smoke.
'In what way?'
'I dunno.'
'Heavyset?'
'Yeah.'
'My age?'
'Yeah.'
'My height?'
'Yeah.'
'Same hair as me?'
'Yeah.'
'You have two dicks ?'
'Ye- Huh?'
'Cut the crap, Robert. What was his hair like?'
'Short.'
'Bald or a full head?'
Gabray frowned and touched his own bare dome. 'He had hair,' he said grudgingly.
'Beard or mustache?'
'I dunno. It was far.'
'But you don't remember any facial hair?'
'No.'
'How old was he?'
'I dunno-fifty, forty, whatever.'
'You're twenty-nine and he was much older than you?'
'Eight. Next month I'm twenty-nine.'
'Happy birthday. He was older than you?'
A lot older.'
'Old enough to be your father?'
'Maybe.'
'Maybe?'
'Nah-not old enough. Forty, forty-five.'
'Hair color?'
