Scotty was propped up on his mattress, reading a book by some guy named Truman Capote. It was about death and murder and the rawness of the story is what he liked—more than the gruesomeness of the crime.
He thought fleetingly of Vanessa's house. It was still hard as ever to find some peace in quiet in his house but school was out until the New Year and headphones worked pretty well for just reading. Instead of the radio being tuned to WCIN, the local soul station, Scotty was listening to Led Zeppelin; something that his brother despised—hence the headphones. Scotty liked metal. It sounded the way he felt most times. He thought that Kashmir by Zeppelin should be his theme song if people walked around with such things.