An injured Korean War veteran with horribly burned skin “the color of mulberry juice” that makes everyone gag to look at, comes back to the shallow grave of his old home town, pursues his childhood sweetheart the Widow Rance, and meets a runaway teen who claims that God is chasing him across the country.
First Sentence:
“'What you will need now that you are about to be separated from the Army,' my captain had told me as I was picking up my mustering-out pay, 'is what in the days of my grandfather they called a valet or maybe a hired man.'”
[see January 16th post, "FROM HIS MOUTH, BLACK STRINGS OF SOMETHING..." for more about Purdy]
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