jack-hole # 1 and jack-hole # 2 occupy on the opposite side of the room at both end arm rests of the chocolate brown clothed sofa as tilly ties like a christmas bow of beige ropes upon her hard wooden chair in the dark corner as jake rotates his stiff neck muscles around the old and stained white plastered squared four walls inside the tiny shack , smelling the familiar odors of cooked bacon grease and piney fragrance of the shaggy southern alabama pine trees near the college campus then finally notes that priscella is missing from the tight space then worries with flipping invisible butterflies inside his guts .