"We tried not to look at his chest, and our pharmacy sunglasses camouflaged our gazes. But we all saw the cassowary making its way up his arm. By then it sat right over the crook in his elbow. We were fascinated by its migration and spent hot nights in our pitch-black room guessing its destination."
"Just straighten up the piles she messed and take an old tissue from her pocket to dust off the covers. Take an inventory of all the useless things that could be trashed, hobble back down the ladder and close the door tight."