| CHAPTER1urke Anderson liked to think of the hands he shook every Sulas different types of food. The slightly sticky, puffy whitewere marshmallows; the scaly, calloused hands were pineapthe bony ones, long and pointed were carrots; and the fat re~ones were smoked hams. He could close his eyes and identify mchis people by their hands. He knew he could because he'd done iChristmas at a party when someone had challenged him to trysqueezed every hand offered to him today as his flock filed pa~multitude of hands connected to people, hands and people blentogether, a mass of fingers and palms, a church full of hands, passi:rapid succession, slipped in and out of his, pistons. |
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