The One-in-a-Million Boy
“He had excellent forearms and muscular hands, probably a side effect of playing guitar all his life. When he sauntered into the house and took a brownie without asking, she realized how long it had been since someone paid her the compliment of presumption.
Another word dropped from the ether: sūnus. Meeting the father had put her in mind of sons.
She gave him some milk and looked him over. “Your hair wants cutting,” she said, intending to sound affectionate, but her voice contained the static o...f old age and blandishments came out like everything else: inverted. She was a walking opposite.
He laughed. “Haircuts cost money, Ona, and you’ve been fleecing me blind for weeks.”
Had it been weeks? Really? He’d put up her screen doors, taken down her storm windows, reseeded the dregs of a lawn that had once filled her with pride. She’d been out there herself in these suddenly bright days, weeding around the rhodies and reviving a dormant yen for physical exertion, resuming her daily, now halting, walk down the street.MoreLess
Another word dropped from the ether: sūnus. Meeting the father had put her in mind of sons.
She gave him some milk and looked him over. “Your hair wants cutting,” she said, intending to sound affectionate, but her voice contained the static o...f old age and blandishments came out like everything else: inverted. She was a walking opposite.
He laughed. “Haircuts cost money, Ona, and you’ve been fleecing me blind for weeks.”
Had it been weeks? Really? He’d put up her screen doors, taken down her storm windows, reseeded the dregs of a lawn that had once filled her with pride. She’d been out there herself in these suddenly bright days, weeding around the rhodies and reviving a dormant yen for physical exertion, resuming her daily, now halting, walk down the street.MoreLess
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