Now he could see the upper left leg of his jeans darkening with blood. He had been in a cluttery old shed with someone he couldn't quite see. Writing it off by saying the grayboys weren't human beings just did not wash. There was nothing.
The other three Jones kids, ranging in ages from eleven to three, were in the water, splashing around and yelling at each other. That damned snotty sir. Some of them Mr Gray found utterly incomprehensible — A nod's as good as a wink to a blind horse was one such, What goes around comes around was another — but forewarned is forearmed was a good one. Baptismal fonts of water were filled at everydownpour, and he found if he kept the soles of his naked feet moist, he could walk without his energyflagging.
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