Carytown’s vintage movie palace, the Byrd Theatre, which had played a late show and now locks its doors against the wintry wind. Hartley Smith takes his sister’s elbow and leads her away from the theatre down Cary Street, away from the crowd. It’s late. Not even the bums are out, begging for change on the street corner.
picked, nothing he would have seen on his own. “It was all right. A bit unbelievable though, don’t you think? All those people were so…I don’t know. Too human, I guess. No horns, no tails, no antlers. No teeth—”
“All straight and white and even.Hartley thinks that would make eating difficult, all those extra teeth in his mouth. His molars are in the back, where they need to be. What would he need more teeth for? The have them, and the , and the . The don’t.
had teeth,
