with the fat and tissue under the skin. I’ll never get rid of it.” I gently took his hands in mine. I felt like crying. I wondered if damaged people ever got over what had damaged them. “So you’re made out of gold. It’s better than plain flesh.” “Yeah, right. I’m a freak.” Renny went to put the porch light on. He kept his back to me and pulled his gloves on. “And so is he, I’ll bet. Your friend Lazarus.”
