Neither the Queer Quotient nor the Fear Factor are that high, although you wouldn't want Aunt Mavis to pick it up by mistake. I'm quite sqeamish, but I coped!
The day his father fell off the roof while he was fixing the antenna and split his skull open on the driveway was the second time Norman saw the kid.
Norman was twelve. The kid looked about the same age. Norman recognised him by the eyes, sitting across the street watching Mr Gilletti up on the roof.
