. Ozgood Blatherton was a small, rotund man, with a florid complexion and heavy horn-rimmed glasses. He spoke in a dignified, pompous manner that soun...ed oddly in the high-pitched tones of his voice. He wore heavy woolen suits with matching vests no matter what the time of year, and at the moment, his suit jacket was unbuttoned and he was leaning back in his office chair, thumbs hooked in the arm sockets of his vest. It was Monday afternoon and school was just over, but across from him sat his. I never asked why he acts differently at school, but I believe it is a desire to look different on the outside.Maybe he doesn’t like who’s out of school.Honestly, I much prefer the real him, but I don’t plan to say anything. If he wants it, let him do what he wants.Leon was a very good-looking guy, although not at the level of being a movie star, more or less as handsome as my brother Max. In my memories, he had dirty blond hair, greenish eyes, a small nose, and thin lips. His height was just. So, without much heart for it, I went house-hunting and found myself much better digs, which I could now easily afford. Moving day would be the end of the month, which was fast approaching.It was also time, as several of my friends-cum-coworkers had been pointing out to me lately, for me to "get back out there" socially. They'd been terribly sympathetic when I finally acknowledged that Susan had gone out of my life. I gave them no details, of course—what was I going to say?—but they realized. She looked him straight in the eye and said crisply, “Pay the fucking tab. I’ll be waiting outside.” Tommy stood too, then, and picked up the check and looked at it. He took a fifty dollar bill and a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet, and dropped them on the table. Screw the change, he thought. The waiter will get a twenty percent tip. He quickly headed for the door, watching Charlene’s hips sway, as she walked ahead of him. He was almost to the door, when one of the diners grabbed him by.