The Dark Tower II. The Drawing of the Three.
The Prisoner.
Chapter 2. Eddie Dean. 9.
Great, Jane thought, He tells me how hungry he is and I fix something up for him because he's a little bit cute, and then he falls asleep on me.
Then the passenger — a guy of about twenty, tall, wearing clean, slightly faded blue jeans and a paisley shirt - opened his eyes a little and smiled at her.
"Thankee sai," he said — or so it sounded. Almost archaic... or foreign. Sleep-talk, that's all, Jane thought.
"You're welcome." She smiled her best stewardess smile, sure he would fall asleep again and the sandwich would still be there, uneaten, when it was time for the actual meal service.
Well, that was what they taught you to expect, wasn't it?
She went back to the gallery to catch a smoke.
She struck the match, lifted it halfway to her cigarette, and there it stopped, unnoticed, because that wasn't all they taught you to expect.
I thought he was a little bit cute. Mostly because of his eyes. His hazel eyes.
But when the man in 3A had opened his eyes a moment ago, they hadn't been hazel; they had been blue. Not sweet-sexy blue like Paul Newman's eyes, either, but the color of icebergs. They —
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