 Who didn't William say strange things to?
For punishment, he locked me in a windowless room and told me to sit still until he came back. One day, to prove me a liar, he opened and closed the door a few times from outside. Because they were real, I talked about them as if they were real, and I almost earned a bunk in the home for retarded children until I got smart enough to keep the beasts to myself. Partridge didn't seem to notice me, but I knew that was an act. Some skin-and-bones character I didn't know struggled out of his seat, amening. Even Partridge made his way down from the auctioneer's stand like a vulture with a busted wing and darted through his private door.
 Partridge
 a man at the restaurant  his father  the librarian  Partridge