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Show 38 Miles moved just as fast putting the eye back in. He would rinse it off under the sink and hold his head back as though inserting eye drops. He'd softly press the eye in there and blink his eyelid quickly and repeatedly the way you do when you have a piece of dirt stuck in there. Once I was over at his house for dinner and he took out the eye to polish it before eating. He used a soft-looking cloth that looked like the rag I used to clean the slide of my trombone. "If your right eye offends," he said, while he wiping down the eye, "you know what to do." It looked like he tried to wink with his empty eye socket. |
