Something Wicked This Way Comes
"Heck." Jim sniffed north, Jim sniffed south. "Where's that storm?" […]
Will let the wind ruffle and refit his clothes, his skin, his hair. Then he said faintly, "It'll be here. By morning."
"The huckleberries all down my arms. They say." (2.47-2.50)
"Never going to have any," said Jim.
"You just say that."
"I know it. I know everything."
[Jim's mother] waited a moment. "What do you know?"
"No use making more people. People die."
His voice was very calm and quiet and almost sad. (9.15-9.20)
Will heard it.
Muffled away in the prairie lands, the chuffing of an engine, the slow-following dragon-glide of a train.
Will sat up in bed.
Across the way, like a mirror image, Jim sat up, too. (11.2-11.5)