in the mean time , look at this . he 'd appeared in the doorway of my bedroom , wearing a gray suit with a red vest , the only reminder of last week 's funeral in the dark circles under his eyes . he picked his way over the wandering tree roots poking out of the muddy incline . the black sky turned a milky , dull color . 'the fight between good and evil is as old as time . `` but you like him , do n't you ? '' 