He is a writer. He makes the rest of them nervous.
Mattie was in love with Daniel, of course; this was the X within the circle on her map: I love Daniel.
Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn’t needed the transportation.
After a while the middle-aged person who lives in her head begins to talk to her soul, the kid.