Our Brothers At The Bottom Of The Bottom Of The Sea - Plot & Excerpts
She looked up from her reading. The barred window seemed filled with a single grin, a mouthful of large yellow teeth rimmed with plump watermelon-pink lips. The eyes, like those of Mrs. K’s cat clock, could not keep still. “Yes?” Rachel asked, hoping her voice might startle the face away. She pushed her book onto a shelf and closed her knees. “We’re going on the rides,” the man said, his hands fluttering up to his shoulders like startled birds. He looked like an oversize boy who had gotten lost and strayed into his mid-thirties; there were creases around his eyes, black licorice strands of hair fell limp over a balding brow. Behind him, a well-rehearsed voice from another man told him to tell the young lady what he wanted. Sitting up, Rachel saw an elderly couple standing behind the grin at the window, their postures molded in patience. “Tickets!” the man said triumphantly. The couple smiled—two thin and similar smiles fully prepared to wait. How many times had Rachel been in their shoes?
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