13 WHAT'S IN THE BOTTLE?
They saw him coming down Main Street kicking up dirt behind him; doing a sort of power walk. Leonard was the first to notice the man in the checkerboard sports jacket, ball cap, and tennis shoes with holes in the sides. He was approaching fast, past the barber shop and the school house. Bob noticed something around his neck, swinging back and forth with every step the stranger took. Sol pointed out that the man must have been on the road a long time.
“See the dust flying off of him,” Sol said.
“Pitiful sight.”
Bob shook his head, rocked a little more in his rocking chair, as he carried on whittling a stick he'd been working on for a week.
Leonard laughed. “He could be one of your cousins, Sol.”
Bob joined in, his laughter more like a squeak.
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