. . .
Oh, he isn’t Mr. Enemy yet, of course.
Jeremiah Clean hasn’t cleaned him yet. He’s still the antichrist. He’s still named Linus and just a boy.
And he’s afraid.
Right down to the bones of him, he’s afraid. Right down to the marrow. Down to the littlest bits of particle that flicker about inside those bones — afraid.
Only, the cleaning man had got his brother Tom. The cleaning man had hurt him.
So Linus, he went back.