Dry Cleaning Man

There was man who delivered the dry cleaning one summer. He would park his square brown truck on the road and bring the dry cleaning up the long driveway to the side door under the porch. He spoke to my mother for a minute or two. He was always smoking a cigarette. He was thin and tanned, young but lined, with a mass of dirty blonde hair combed into a wave in front. One time after he had gone my mother said to me, “He was in the war, Billy”.

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  1. Don’t forget Mr. Ainsworth. He was gray, shabby, wrinkled, and only had one eye. He delivered the newspapers to the end of the drive, but shambled up to the house periodically to collect. When I asked Mom about him, she said, rather awkwardly, “he was in the war.”

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