"B
roke it in nine places," Eugene Roach was saying. He hitched a pant leg up to show his shin and the jagged evidence upon it, a scar that resembled a map of Central America. "They had to set it six or seven times before they got it back straight."
It was a turning point in Roach's life. One car had sideswiped another on the road out front of his gas station and fruit stand, and before the cars could come to a stop, Roach was flattened. One of the first things he did when he got out of the hospital...
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