Henry Dean

As Henry Dean, the great sage and eminent junkie would have put it, Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life’s a fiction and the world’s a …

Eddie recalls a characteristic saying of his brother Henry.

Because, you see, I’m the one that’s supposed to be pretty good at stuff around here. Me. Henry Dean. So what I think I’ll do, brother o’ mine, is just sort of rag on you about certain things.

A depicted Henry voice addresses Eddie as his brother; the passage is an internal/memory presentation.

“This is a joke.” “I’m not afraid,” Eddie said, “but it’s a little more than a joke. I lived with Henry Dean for a lot of years, and I know when there’s a plot to psych me out afoot. I know it very well.” He looked curiously at Roland.

Eddie describes having lived with Henry and recognizing psychological manipulation.

Henry Dean, the great sage and eminent junkie. “Yeah,” Eddie said. “The guy Roland and I killed. And the one who was driving, that’s Jack Andolini.

The narrative recalls Henry’s severed head at Balazar’s office.

Pere Callahan was here. So was Eddie. And Eddie’s brother, in a way. Susannah could hear Henry Dean’s voice floating up from the cave’s depths, both taunting and dismayed: “I’m in hell, bro! I’m in hell and I can’t get a fix and it’s all your fault!

Susannah hears a depicted voice of Henry from the cave, explicitly a supernatural or mental presentation rather than a living return.

And so she ignored the catcalls of the children (Henry Dean and his little brother Eddie often among them) and went on her way, head down, arm outstretched for balance, sturdy black old lady’s purse curled to …

The narrative remembers Henry and Eddie among the neighborhood children.