The presence was that of the figure of a
gray - bearded man dressed in a pepper and salt suit, squeezing himself under the crack of the
door and moving
across the floor of the room towards a sofa.
He goes to the far chair, third from the
door, pulls off his knit cap and his
gray coat and his scarf, lays them
across another chair nearby, and, while waiting for his barber, grabs a broom and a dustpan and sweeps up yesterday's hair.