The beer got him, and, for a moment, a rush of idiot compassion urged him to hug a pinch-faced man in brown overalls who sat on a stool surrounded by primitive paintings of Jesus engaged in various farm chores {milking a cow, driving a tractor, killing a hog}, but the desire to comfort the untalented, the misguided, left Wally before he could act.
( Ellen Datlow )
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