Chapter 6 i can see the smallest things

I was lying on the bed when I heard the sound of the courtyard door.I listened carefully and heard no other sounds.But I did hear that voice.I tried to wake Cliff, but he was dead asleep, so I got up and went to the window.A huge moon lies on the mountains surrounding the city.A pale moon covered with scars.Even a fool could imagine it as a human face. There was enough light in the yard that I could see everything—the lawn chairs, the willows, the clothesline stretched between two poles, the morning glories, the fence, and the open yard gate. But no one moved.No frightening shadows.Everything lay in the moonlight, and I could see the smallest things.For example, clothespins on a clothesline.

I put my hands on the window glass, covering the moon.I looked at it for a while.I listened.Then went back to bed. But I can't sleep.I kept turning over.I think of the open courtyard door.It's like testing my mettle. Cliff's panting sounded horrific.His mouth was open, and his arms were flung across his pale chest.He took up more than half of his side of the bed and mine. I pushed and pushed him, but he only grunted a few times. I lay still for a while longer, until I realized that it was useless to do so.I get up and find my slippers.I went into the kitchen, made tea, and sat down at the table.I smoked a Cliff unfiltered cigarette.

It is very late.I don't want to look at the clock.I finished my tea and smoked another cigarette.After a while, I decided to go outside and fasten the gate. I put it on and got enough sleep. The moonlight illuminated everything—houses and trees, light poles and wires, the whole world.Before going down the front porch steps, I took a good look around the back yard.There was a gust of wind blowing in front of me, and I tightened my body to get enough sleep. I walked towards the courtyard door. Separate Sam?There's a little rattle over the fence at the Lawtons and mine.I watched carefully.Sam leaned on his arms, leaning against the fence of his house, of which there were two rows of fences to lean on.He raised his fist to cover his mouth and coughed dryly.

"Good evening, Nancy," Sam?Lawton said. I said, "Sam, you scared the hell out of me." I said, "What are you doing here?" "Did you hear anything?" I said. "I heard my courtyard door open." He said, "I didn't hear anything. I didn't see anything. It must have been windy." What is he chewing on.He looked at the open courtyard door and shrugged. His hair was silver in the moonlight, and it all stood on his head.I could see his long nose, and the lines that formed his big, sad face. I said, "Sam, what are you doing here?" and took a few steps to the fence.

"Want to see something?" he said. "I'm coming," I said. I stepped out of the yard and onto the walkway.Walking outside in the yard in my nightgown felt a little weird to me.I said to myself to remember this, remember how I felt walking around the outside of the yard like this. Sam stands to the side of his house, his pajama pants rolled up to show his brown and white shoes.He held a flashlight in one hand, One hand holds a can of something. Sam and Cliff used to be friends.One night they drank wine.There was a quarrel between them.Next, Sam built a row of fences, and Cliff followed suit.

That was after Sam lost Millie, got married again, and became a father again, all in the blink of an eye.Millie was a good friend of mine until the day she died.She was just forty-five when she died.heart disease.She was driving up their driveway when the attack occurred.The car did not stop and rushed out from behind the parking shed. "Look here," Sam said, pulling up his pajama pants and squatting down.He pointed the flashlight at the ground. I looked and saw something that looked like a caterpillar wriggling in a mound of dirt. "Slug," he said. "I just gave them a dose of this," he said, holding up a can of what looked like Ajax. "They're taking over here," he said, chewing on what he had in his mouth.He turned his head sideways and spat out what might have been tobacco. "I've got to keep fucking 'em to get even with them." He turned the light on a bottle full of the worms. "I put bait out there and whenever I get a chance I come out and kill with this. Dog days are everywhere. How destructive they are. Look at this," he said.

He stood up.He took my arm and led me to his rosebushes.He showed me the little holes in the leaves. "Slug," he said. "At night you look around and they're everywhere. I set the bait and come out and catch them," he said. "Slugs, who the hell invented this shit. I put them in that bottle." He moved the flashlight under the rose bushes. A plane flies overhead.I pictured the seatbelted passengers, some reading or staring at the ground. "Sam," I said. "Is everyone okay?" "All right," he said, shrugging. He was still chewing what he had been chewing in his mouth. "How's Cliff?" he said.

I said, "Same old." Sam said, "When I come out to catch these slugs, I sometimes look over your house." He said, "I wish Cliff and I were friends again. Look over there," he said, taking a quick breath tone. "There's one over there. See it? Right where my flashlight shines." He pointed the light of the flashlight at the mound below the rosebush. "Look at this," he said. Folding my arms across my chest, I bent down to see where his light was illuminating.This thing stopped crawling, and its head was turning around.Sam turned his jar towards it and sprinkled some powder on it.

"Slimy stuff," he said. There the slug twists and turns.Later it curled up and straightened out again. He picked up a toy shovel, scooped up the slug, and poured it into the bottle. "I quit," Sam said. "It has to be like this. For a while, it made me unable to tell the difference between south, east and north. Although we still have it in our house, I don't touch it anymore."② I nod.He looked at me, and kept looking at me. "I have to go back," I said. "Of course," he said. "I will continue to work for a while, and then I will go home."

I said, "Good night, Sam." He said, "Listen." He stopped chewing.Push the contents of your mouth to your lower lip with your tongue. "Tell Cliff I say hello." I said, "I'll tell Cliff, Sam." Sam ran his hands through his silver hair as if he were going to smooth them out once and for all, and then he waved. In the bedroom, I take off my sleeping clothes, fold them up, and put them where I can get them.Instead of checking the time, I check to make sure the alarm is on.Then I went to bed, pulled the covers, and closed my eyes Then I remembered that I had forgotten to fasten the gate.

I lay there with my eyes open.I nudged Cliff slightly.He cleared his throat and swallowed again.There seemed to be something stuck in his chest, slowly sliding there. For some reason, this reminds me of Sam?Something that Lawton sprinkled powder on. I thought about the world outside the house for a little while, and then I couldn't think about anything else but that I had to hurry to sleep. ①A brand of insecticide. ②Although Carver did not explicitly write Sam here?What is it that Lawton is quitting.But according to the previous narration, what he quit must be alcohol.