Chapter 3: Zeb Medicine
Just after twilight on July 17, Nolan was inside Zeb’s bedroom on the second floor, crossing a line between money-paying tenant and invading landlord. He consumed the tiny room. No, it wasn’t tiny, it was compact, almost miniature. A little boy or little girl would have been happy in the room, having enough space for their little toys and little clothes and other little things. The room was a cave of sorts, with a low ceiling. A sixty watt bulb illuminated the confines with dull light. Nolan became a mere shadow within the bedroom, almost invisible since it was so small and dim. After entering the room, he closed the door behind him and began to study the young man’s belongings—a stack of battered paperback classics next to the bed, a Bible that Nolan had never see
