He sits on the stool directly across from me and notices a magazine hanging sideways on the towel rack. There's an ad showing the back of a woman. She has nothing on except a thin line of body lotion wrapping around the back of her neck mimicking halter top strings tied into a bow.
"Yes, she is."
"She has big imples."
"Her elbows are little big." More bony than big, I think to myself.
"Her imples are big." He points to her shoulder blades.
I turn my head sideways to see the ad right-side up. A light bulb switches on inside my head.
"Oh, that's her back. You can't see her front."
"I have big imples," he says tweeking them.
"You have big imples," he adds and I redivert the little fingers reaching towards me, wrapping them around my neck instead.