"Guess I made a boo-boo," he said. He blinked his big black globes of eyes. "No harm done, though."
His head had thinned down, just like his fingers, and now came to a peak on top.
He had practically no shoulders. He smiled at me, and I saw long black hair growing on the insides of his lips.
What are you? I screamed at him to myself.
Joe licked his hairy lips and folded those long inhuman hands in front of him.
"It hurts like hell," he said in a not-human voice, "to be slizzing you and then have you chill off on me that way, Jerry. But it's my own fault, I guess."
he door-bell rang—two soft tones. Joe got up and let in the other members of our Friday night poker group. I tried to move and couldn't.
Fred raised his eyebrows when he saw Joe's face and hands. "Jerry isn't here yet? Relaxing a little?" Then he saw me sitting there and whistled. "Oh, you slipped up, eh?"