Hal and Orin on the phone about Himself's suicide (p. 245)
But none of these handicapped guys were old. And they were all awfully burly for guys in wheelchairs. And three in an hour’s kind of stretching it, I was thinking. […] And but so the point is I decamp the trailer like x number of hours later, and the guy’s still there, mired in gravel. And in the distance I could swear he’s got on some kind of domino-mask. And now everywhere I go the last several days there seems to be a statistically improbable number of wheelchaired figures around, lurking, somehow just a little too nonchalantly.
Context
Deep in the sixteen-page grief call, Orin lets slip that he's being followed: burly, statistically improbable wheelchaired men, one — he could swear — in a domino-mask. The reader's first live sighting of the A.F.R. shadowing Orin, arriving as pure body-description: too burly, too young, too many, the theme's two concealment systems (mask and fauteuil) stacked on a single distant figure.