(( TERRY CLOTH jerked his hand away as though he'd touched lye, got to his knees, unbuckled JBB's cap, shoved his label down, and ... nothing he'd done before but he couldn't read the instructions on the pushed-down label. They went at it in silence except for a few sharp intakes of lotion and JBB's "lid's goin' off," then out, down, and asleep. ))