The light widens enough for discount ugg boots him to spy off to his right a nest of old tin cans and bottles sunken into the needles. He is safe. He strikes the road. He jacks his long legs over the guard fence and straightens up. Gold spots are switching on and off in the comets of his eyes. The asphalt scrapes under his shoes and he seems entered, panting, on a new life. Chilly air strokes his shoulder blades; somewhere in there he split old man Springer's shirt right down the discount ugg boots back. He has come out of the woods about a half?mile below the Pinnacle Hotel. As he swings along, jauntily hanging his blue coat over his shoulder on the hook of one finger, Janice and Eccles and his mother and his sins seem a thousand miles behind. He decides to call Eccles, like you'd send somebody a postcard. Eccles had liked him and put a lot of trust in him and deserves at least a phone call. Rabbit rehearses true religion outlet what he'll say. It's O.K., he'll tell him, I'm on the way. I mean, I think there are several ways; don't worry. Thanks for everything. What he wants to get across is that Eccles shouldn't be discouraged.
     On the top of the mountain it is still broad day. Up in the sea of sky a lake of fragmented mackerel clouds drifts in one piece like a school of fish. There are only a couple cars parked around the hotel, jalopies, ugg boots discount outlet 'S2 Pontiacs and 'S1 Mercs like Springer Motors sells to these blotchy kids that come in with a stripper in their wallets and a hundred dollars in the bank. Inside the cafeteria a few of them are playing a pinball machine called BOUNCING BETSY. They look at him and make wise faces and one of the boys even calls, "Did she rip your shirt?" But, it's strange, they don't really know anything about him except he looks mussed. You ugg boots cheap sale do things and do things and nobody really has a clue. The clock says twenty of six. He goes to the pay?phone on the mustard?colored wall and looks up Eccles' number in the book.
     His wife answers dryly, "Hello?" Rabbit shuts his eyes and her freckles dance in the red of his lids.
     "Hi. Could I speak to Reverend Eccles please?"
     "Who is this?" Her voice has gotten up on a hard little high horse; she knows who.
     "Hey, this is Harry Angstrom. buy cheap uggs online Is Jack there?"
     The receiver at the other end of the line is replaced. That bitch. Poor Eccles probably sitting there his heart bleeding to hear the word from me and she going back and telling him wrong number, that poor bastard being married to that bitch. He hangs up himself, hears the dime rattle down, and feels simplified by this failure. He goes out across the parking lot.