The man with the rubber boots stepped into the elevator behind me, but I didn\'t
see him at first. I smelled him though--the pungent odor of smoke and cheap wine
and life on the street without soap. We were alone as we moved upward, and when
I finally glanced over I saw the boots, black and dirty and much too large. A
frayed and tattered trench coat fell to his knees. Under it, layers of foul
clothing bunched around his midsection, so that he appeared stocky, almost fat.
But it wasn\'t fro`````