Thursday, September 10, 2009
Dine With His Sleeve
l smoothed my words as he wiped the vagabond's clothes over the stain. I am far from the stiffest character, but under these circumstances, I may as well have been made out of something very stiff indeed, so stiff was I. "Look," I said, "you're never going to find a hiding place for that-- it's too goddamn big and sticky." But he just ignored me and continued wiping. He wiped for a length of time that seemed like it was incredibly long, so long felt it.
At one point, we heard someone shout from behind the trees, "Oh! she's already bloody!" and that was when everyone headed for their cars.