Wet Cement

"Now not just his feet but his legs to the knees were exposed. Irving rose from his kneeling position and offered his arm, and Bo Weinberg took it, just like some princess at a ball, and delicately, gingerly, placed one foot at a time in the laundry tub in front of him that was filled with wet cement. I had of course seen from the moment I had come through the door how the tubbed cement mad a slow-witted diagram of the sea outside, the slab of it shifting to and fro as the boat rose and fell on the waves." ~~ Billy Bathgate

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