into the wild blue yonder !

     Fumalo: ‘Is he as cold as he looks?’      Feemalo: ‘Cold hands, warm hearts.’      Fimalo: ‘We’re one and three.’ The others fall eerie-quiet when he speaks, like a zipper pulled shut over their mouths.

     This one’s Fumalo, who was called Badmouth by Susannah – and he’s flanked by Feemalo and Fimalo – who happens to the the id of the three, which makes his mouth looser and ruder than his not-brothers. ‘How is sai Deschain? Warm in the bedroom?’

     The three of them are identical save for manner: reserved, less reserved, and not reserved, and the middle of them (the one not drinking coffee with an eerie kind of synchronicity; he’s reserved) says, ‘Hile, sai Madke!’