He was a pinkthumb honky, thick as all getup, face like a punched cranberry. He looked like he assembled his ugly mug by stealing all the ugliest parts from other uglier honkies, he mismatched, like if you took a parta every cracker and smushed ’em into one cracker — that’d be delicious, Steel do love crackers — if you never had the butter ones in the blue box, go get ’em now, they’s at the fancy store. Anyway, Auffernan was all jaw and shoulder, frowning his frown at Steel like he some kinda authority figure.