From 'the Double'. Comments

to his second. This described Geronimo. He was sitting in a threadbare easy chair beside the bed, his lower half covered with a sheet, his legs poking from sheet to floor. Miggi heard him wheezing through the screen door. He went in. It was dark in the little room, because the sun had not reached Geronimo's end of the bluff. The two faced each other, one old and grizzled, the other young and out-lined with light.

'Is that you, dear', rasped Geronimo, squinting.
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