From "White Bowls in White Cupboards"

Sonia couldn’t imagine Ridley with a family of his own. He had a discomforting aura about him that caused people to sit up straighter, like the first roll of thunder on a hot summer night. Even people that had never met him before felt instinctively disturbed by him, like a small, garish animal you might find in your backyard. A battered squirrel with a bit of bone showing through. A dismembered liver. The smile of a cat.