ErinGoBragh posted Decency | Sep 26, 2008
I am beckoned. Her folded brown hand is covered in moldy spots, but her eyes are bright with acute accuracy. She stares straight at me, and a crippled finger directs me to her side. "Ummummum" She mumbles incomprehensibly through thin lips. "What's that?" I really couldn't make it out. She probably...