So here is Richard, in his fine vest and with his fine satchel, facing down the materials needed to build a chicken coop, and the man who called him here to assist with the building. No one is tied up, or possessed, or bleeding. He looks uncertainly from a roll of wire mesh to Ellis.
There are faint undertones of betrayal for his own lack of understanding.
Who calls the man named Dick Dickerson to help with manual labor?
But he nods a greeting, shrugs the pack of his shoulder, and drops it aside. He loosens his collar and rolls his sleeves, wordlessly, save for a sigh. This is fine. Just two guys, building a thing like guys do.
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Date: 2020-08-19 11:19 pm (UTC)There are faint undertones of betrayal for his own lack of understanding.
Who calls the man named Dick Dickerson to help with manual labor?
But he nods a greeting, shrugs the pack of his shoulder, and drops it aside. He loosens his collar and rolls his sleeves, wordlessly, save for a sigh. This is fine. Just two guys, building a thing like guys do.
“What was the statue?”