Maybe you strong, but you not smart. I am smarter than you, Slade.
I cannot fight Slade and win. Something I have to do. Or, maybe Slade can do himself. I have to think of a way to make him pay.
"Slade took the envelope from Mr. Baumer's hand and squeezed it up in his fist and let it drop on the plank sidewalk."
"He was at the high desk at the end of the grocery counter when I came in the next afternoon." "He didn't hear me open and close the door or hear my feet as I walked back to him, and I saw he wasn't doing anything with the pencil but holding it over paper."