Umber (21.1 — Leroy’s Story)

April 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

Peering out from the doorway was Vera, a few years older, plumper, but still pretty.  She looked a bit reluctant, as if she had been coaxed to the doorway to have her picture taken.  Just outside the door stood a tall, good-looking man wearing overalls, a shirt with ragged sleeves, and a tweed cap.  The stub of a cigar stuck out of his mouth.  He stared at the camera, left hand on his hip, looking as if he were an actor on a film set. 

“You must be Leroy,” I murmured.

He eyed me warily.  “Who wants to know?”

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