Chapter Six - Richie
She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but certainly nothing as grotesque as the figure who appeared in the doorway. She felt herself staring at him with a mixture of pity and horror. He was her height, perhaps a little taller, and very skinny. There was something wrong with his left side. It seemed to be only partially under his control. He moved like a puppet whose strings on the left were slightly longer than those on the right. His head was c****d to the left. Both his left eye and his mouth turned down on that side. His left foot twisted inward, causing him to drag it so that he walked with a lurching movement.
He wore a dirty sweat stained tee-shirt and loose fitting olive green trousers that had obviously once belonged to a much larger man. The cuffs were rolle
