When he came into the kitchen, he was glaring. He hadn't shaved yet, and the dark stubble that covered his face made him look savage--the stubble plus muscles in a sleeveless undershirt.

The inch-long hair of his crew cut stood up straight. He had it cut that way for so long and from under the deep V-neck of his undershirt tufts of black chest hair curled toward his neck.

"What the hell is this?" he said. "Get off the sink! And you," he pointed, "put some goddamn shoes on your feet! What's the matter with you?"

 "You act like you grew up in a shit-house."

 

made him cringe step toward then rocked slightly like a man chest-deep in trouble