At 6:30 we heard it.
Scratch-Scratch Knock! Scratch Knock-Knock!
Across the table from me he let out a breath of air and put his head in his hands. But it was different from how it sounds, more like his hands reached up and grabbed his head without permission and now his head was stuck there and didn’t know why.
Scratch-Scratch Knock! Scratch Knock-Knock!
“Don’t tell me I gotta go out and wrestle that damn rat now,” he said.