![]() ![]() It took Luther a moment to realize that she was crying, because her eyes remained dry, no water glistened on her cheek. Her face contorted into an expression of raw, utter sorrow and she made groaning sounds that did not seem quite human. She held his skin to hers, which was papery and thin, almost translucent. A woman - at least he thought it was a woman - took Luther’s hand and lifted it to her cheek. They shook clasped hands toward heaven, they smiled terrible, toothless smiles, they looked up at the Negro soldiers like penitents gazing upon the very throne of God. ![]() They were little more than skeletons wearing rags of flesh.Īnd their eyes gleamed with a madness of joy, an insanity of deliverance, at the sight of the colored tankers. You could look at them and see where tibia met patella, count their ribs by sight. Their mouths were drawn tight against their bony jaws. ![]() Their eyes were like small, frightened animals, peering out from the caverns their sockets had become. It was difficult to believe they were even human. The creatures swarmed the colored tankers. ![]()
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