Singing the Body Electric

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From "The Merry Widow" (Our Flag Means Death, Frenchie/Izzy):

Supper was light fare, something to fill in the cracks now that the heat of the day was fading.

"Go on, I've got it," Izzy said, admittedly a touch self-importantly for splitting cassava bread into muffins and dividing a gourd full of perino into two cups.

He made careful work of it nonetheless, watching Frenchie investigate the cottage. With his usual good eye, Frenchie went for the hock shop likelies first, fingers running lightly over the copper kettle, the painted plate, the tin spoons.

"Did you ever have a house, Iz?"

"Me?" he scoffed. "No. We had a room or two, off and on when I was a lad. You?"