Lionel Lovelace is all wrapped up. In a worn olive trench coat. In his thoughts. And in his feelings.
He hangs back during the walk. His mind won't stay still. He thinks of Mr. Qualls' memory he experienced earlier today. He thinks of his teacher. Of the other Lionel. Of their love and their loss. Of what happened thirty years ago. Of what they might find tonight. He tries to stop thinking. Fair or not, he wears the Qualls' family history like a tight turtleneck. A sense of personal responsibility that chokes him.
Lionel is stone cold sober, but puffs on a hand-rolled cigarette. The pockets of his trench coat contain loose-leaf tobacco, rolling paper, a matchbook from a bar called The Friend, his wand, his journal (inside which is a flyer from the greenhouse), a fountain pen, a small flashlight, spearmint chewing gum, a black silk mask with gold circle eyes and a golden keyhole mouth that makes his voice sound older, a can of compressed air, some money, his cellphone, and a laser pointer.
WHAT'S UP, Lionel?
He hangs back during the walk. His mind won't stay still. He thinks of Mr. Qualls' memory he experienced earlier today. He thinks of his teacher. Of the other Lionel. Of their love and their loss. Of what happened thirty years ago. Of what they might find tonight. He tries to stop thinking. Fair or not, he wears the Qualls' family history like a tight turtleneck. A sense of personal responsibility that chokes him.
Lionel is stone cold sober, but puffs on a hand-rolled cigarette. The pockets of his trench coat contain loose-leaf tobacco, rolling paper, a matchbook from a bar called The Friend, his wand, his journal (inside which is a flyer from the greenhouse), a fountain pen, a small flashlight, spearmint chewing gum, a black silk mask with gold circle eyes and a golden keyhole mouth that makes his voice sound older, a can of compressed air, some money, his cellphone, and a laser pointer.