I am Gideon: Chapter #9
“Gideon,” I said. “Gideon…Ing.”
“What makes you think I’ve got work?” the man asked. He was tall, slightly stooped and skinny as a wire. He looked like his hide had been stripped off, nailed to a shed for a few years and then draped back over him in a casual sort of way.
“A man at the soup kitchen said he’d just quit,” I said. “So… I thought I’d ask.”
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