So we poured the water over it. His leg and foot below the cement looked like they had been boiled. “Does that feel better?” we said.
“I’m obliged,” Cash said. “It feels fine.”
Dewey Dell wipes his face with the hem of her dress.
“See if you can get some sleep,” we say.
“Sho,” Cash says. “I’m right obliged. It feels fine now.”
Jewel, I say, Who was your father, Jewel?
Goddamn you. Goddamn you.