 They looked detached and alien down there next to the dark cuffs of his business suit. Mr. Sanderson stood up. "'How do they feel?' asked the boy. "'How do they feel?' he asks. "'They feel fine.' He started to sit down. "'Please!' Douglas held out his hand. "'Mr. Sanderson, now, could you kind of rock back and forth a little, sponge around, bounce kind of, you know, while I tell you the rest?'