He was going crazy like everyone else around here. He must have been. That was the only explanation.
He had that book in his bag. He knew he'd put it in there, because the ridiculous thing weighed almost twelve pounds. He wouldn't have imagined wrestling a book that size into his bag.
And the very last book Raymond would have put in his bag, much less owned in the first place, is one by Danielle Steele.
He also found in his bag a set of keys with a big, pink rabbit's foot attached, and his keys nowhere to be found.
"Great, I'm locked out now."
The day was only half-gone, and Raymond was already hard-pressed to think of a way it could be worse.