Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
I signed the evidence form.
He tore off the yellow carbon copy and gave it to me.
At three thirty I met Frank in the feed store parking lot, and we loaded salt blocks into the bed of my truck.
Frank cleared his throat before he lifted the first block.
“You look like a man carrying a stump on his shoulders.”
“I feel like one.”
We worked without talking.
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