Le Guin is best when she speaks directly to us; no quotations, no Messages, just style:
At 2:10 P.M. on March 30, Heather Lelache was seen leaving Dave’s Fine Foods on Akeny Street and proceeding southward on Fourth Avenue, carrying a large black handbag with brass catch, wearing a red vinyl raincloak. Look out for this woman. She is dangerous.
[She] found the house, rang the bell: one of six infinitely thumbed bell pushes in a grubby little row on the peeling frame of the cut-glass-paneled door of a house that had been somebody’s pride and joy in 1905 or 1892, and that had come on hard times since but was proceeding toward ruin with composure and a certain dirty magnificence.
Heather left him leaning morose against the peeling frame of the front door, he and the old house lending each other mutual support.
She had a sneaky, sly, squamous personality.
adjective – covered with or characterized by scales.