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"There came a morning in the spring-April, it would have been-when they spied a man sitting out on Hammock Beach. You know, just on the outskirts of the village."
Stephanie knew it well.
"He was just sittin there with one hand in his lap and the other-the right one-lying on the sand. His face was waxy-white except for small purple patches on each cheek. His eyes were closed and Nancy said the lids were bluish. His lips also had a blue cast to them, and his neck, she said, had a kind of puffy look to it. His hair was sandy blond, cut short but not so short that a little of it couldn't flutter on his forehead when the wind blew, which it did pretty much constant.
"Nancy says, 'Mister, are you asleep? If you're asleep, you better wake up.'
"Johnny Gravlin says, 'He's not asleep, Nancy.'
"Johnny reached down-he had to steel himself to do it, he told me that years later-and shook the guy's shoulder. He said he knew for sure when he grabbed hold, because it didn't feel like a real shoulder at all under there but like a carving of one. He shook twice. First time, nothing happened. Second time, the guy's head fell over on his left shoulder and the guy slid off the litter basket that'd been holding him up and went down on his side. His head thumped on the sand. Nancy screamed and ran back to the road, fast as she could...He caught up to her and put his arm around her and said he was never so glad to feel live flesh underneath his arm. He told me he's never forgotten how it felt to grip that dead man's shoulder, how it felt like wood under that white shirt..."
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