By: Robert S. King The beard who sucks his thumb moves every day to a different cardboard foxhole, never sleeps in the Shelter, that orphanage for grown-ups. The few who’ve known him long say his younger mouth was always open, a…
By: Robert S. King The beard who sucks his thumb moves every day to a different cardboard foxhole, never sleeps in the Shelter, that orphanage for grown-ups. The few who’ve known him long say his younger mouth was always open, a…