Slowie hates his walk.

"I don't like the way he walks. His walk is terrible."

"Of course."

"He doesn't pay attention."

"What?"

"He doesn't pay attention. He swings his arms, he trudges. It's laziness. He lacks concentration."

"You mean his walking?"

"His walking is everything. It is my window into his ass. He is going to live in other peoples business because of that fuckin' walk and not his own. Can't you see that? Are you listening? You are so far away from home with a walk like that."

"You don't want anybody to be home."

"I do. I need people to be home at this point. I'm not looking to marry anyone, but they have to be home."

"They don't have to stay there?"

"At moments they can go out on their porch."

"You don't care."

"I care."

"You sure?"

"I can't stand his walk.

"OK."

"It is rude and haphazard."

"OK."

"It scares me to death."