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a little boy.
"Terry is lucky to have a friend like you, N.B." David, Terry's dad, came over to help Dad and Gill unload some new molds at the ceramic shop and I was there to hold the doors open and sweep up afterwards. That was the first thing he said to me after he said "hi" and opened a beer with Dad and Gill. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.

"Zeese ees tray evvy," Gill muttered. Who knows what he said.

"I can get it." David swooped in before Dad or Gill could get a grip on the mold and he just picked it up and spun around towards me, almost at a run.

"Door!" He nodded at me and I stumbled over myself getting to the door in time but I did and then David was in and set the mold down on the bench with a grunt.

I looked over at Dad who was smiling and at Gill, and for the first time since I could remember knowin' the big frog he looked lost and was speechless, like a little boy.

"Ees got zee ztrengths of ten mens." He opened his liver lipped mouth and the spell was broken. He was back to being a foreigner with too much hair.



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