A Brief History Of Male Nudes In America - Plot & Excerpts
They had been like that for over an hour—waiting—ready to salvage their lives and take what was theirs. “Ground rule number one,” Lewis had told Nathan earlier, “is no talking, not even a single word because this hot, windless air can take a sound and stretch it and make it last forever.” Nathan was small for his age, but he understood perfectly what they were doing, and as he stood there with his father behind the shed he was determined that the sun could bake him and that he could stand forever and a day on a boy’s shaky legs, but he would not say a word. From their secret vantage point, Lewis and Nathan watched the back of the house, specifically the screen door, which had banged open and shut twice since they began their wait. Both times it was Alta who came out of the house, first to empty a white sack into a garbage can and then to hang laundry on the clothesline. Lewis noticed that she was thinner than before, tanned and rather slow, no longer his Snow Queen, no longer the rouged Queen Bee he had married in a six-minute ceremony in Ely, Nevada.
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