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?”