someone calls, startling him, though a split second later he recognizes the deep voice of Oren, the preacher neighbor. He stands resting his chin on the top of the fence so that his large jowly head seems to float there. “I’ve been hoping someone would give it a haircut,” Oren says, scanning the yard. With the uprooted weeds held in his hand, Lewis must look like he’s on the job. Oren wears his own hair in the fashion of a Born-Again football coach, parted on the side and lacquered into place. Or do the coaches mimic the ministers? Oren nods back toward his lawn, where there’s a birdbath that says along the rim, His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me. “We’re catching your dandelions,” he says grimly. “Good for salad,” Lewis points out. “For salad?” Oren says, making a face. “That what they eat in New York City?” “They do,” Lewis says.
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