The unfamiliar face in his truck with him was Deon, a droopy-faced jackal-voiced guy. He was big, too big to even fit comfortably in the truck, just like Buck. He was a little thicker than Buck, and shorter too, with a shaved head and smooth chin. He had seven children, which amazed Buck, and none of them even lived in this state (there were five baby mamas, Deon said, but one was dead, so he described them as “four baby mamas and a baby grandma who’s a damn bitch”).
From Buck the Ex-Con
Deon was a short puddle-shape homeboy who got a dignant look ’bout him, maybe cuz he was put upon by his dozens of baby mamas. And he was short as a muffin. That was why Buck thunk it was funny to slap his dingdong upon Deon’s collarbone.
From Buck on Bottom
Deon was one of the other bricklayers, he was little as a toadstool, but he got powerful arms and a frowny mustache.
From Wojo the Bricklayer