I offered my hand. He looked surprised but touched it with his own. Unlike the whites, the apron, and the hat, the hand was clean. Even the nails were clean. “Yuh,” he said, then turned to the sallow woman chopping onions beside the grill. “Village-burger, Audrey,” he said. “Drag it through the garden.”
Source: Bag of Bones ▫𓂃
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