“They look like good strong hands…”
“They look like big, good, strong hands. Don’t they? I always thought that’s what they were. Oh, my little friends… the little man with his racing snail. The night hawk. Even the stupid bat. I couldn’t hold onto them. The nothing pulled them out of my hands. I failed… they look like good, strong hands, don’t they?”
“They look like big, good, strong hands. Don’t they? I always thought that’s what they were. Oh, my little friends… the little man with his racing snail. The night hawk. Even the stupid bat. I couldn’t hold onto them. The nothing pulled them out of my hands. I failed… they look like good, strong hands, don’t they?”