Winter 1946 – A Fist Like Granite

All conversation stopped. Joe put his huge hands upon the table. Scars and callouses added a surprising dignity to their appearance. Those hands had seen much use and strife and still moved with grace. 

Leroy tested a cautious smile. He said, “I didn’t mean nothing, Joe. I was just joking. Sometimes my mouth works before I think and say stuff that ain’t really funny.”