dalores now watching him , observing him , seeing but seeing more ... seeing through and beyondseeing with the eyes of her collective , of the corn as her communal gathering named itself , this same night seeing through and beyondpeering with franks body , not stopping at its edge , not just fondling him , sucking him , licking him , snuggling him ... not her most fondest of images and pleasures but here nursing him..not now the milk but her roots , roots seeping into him , entangling him , wrapping themselves around his psyche like a coildevour them !