Fiction | December 01, 1996

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When Patty sees Garrett in his new swim trunks, her heart springs up like a cobra.

It’s not just his extreme thinness and whiteness, as if he’s been somebody’s prisoner.  It’s also the scars.  Though not large, they are plentiful, scattered across his back and chest and legs, some pale and reserved, others rosy with youth.

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