The midwife kept looking over her shoulder and saying, “Come look at this, Lewis! It’s incredible!” But I shook my head.
Mom grinned then, a blinking, reluctant grin, still holding strong to the secret of what she’d seen before the rest of us had had a chance to notice.
The tooth was not the only thing to tip us off about Joe, though.
Dad had found Joe only two blocks away at a dive bar, totally hammered.
And then by morning his skin had loosened and fell down like dress socks.
His days as a bar fly were over.
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