Where has Arnold been?’ I said. ‘... the Westwoods get in the papers.’‘Patting the orphans.’‘Getting homes for the homeless.’‘Legs for the legless.’ She was laughing as she said it.‘Blind dogs,’ I said. ‘Dogs for the blind, that is.’‘Patting blind dogs.’ We both laughed and drank. ‘Getting legs for them.’‘Homes for legless, blind orphan dogs.’ Maybe we were both a little drunk, on bourbon or on the past.
James Ferron Anderson, TERMINAL CITY
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