‘My husband was badly injured that time. One got him in the larynx and the other here in the lungs.’ She pointed to her chest and neck to indicate precisely where. She spoke to Cal as if he knew all about it and he found that unnerving. He nodded sympathetically, pausing long enough to put on his boots but not to tie them, and left. By the time he reached the tailboard of the van the laces were gritty with mud and soaking wet. Tying them up left black welts all over his hands.
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