1 | Francis was as pale as death. | |
2 | One February morning, he sat in his chair, ashen as the cinders in the grate. | |
3 | Stunned. All colour draining away. It was as though I'd sliced into him with a knife. | |
4 | But when I did, the faces in the front row looked a little gray. Beyond that were questions and answers. | |
5 | Ennis stood as if heart-shot, face grey and deep-lined, grimacing, eyes screwed shut, fists clenched, legs caving, hit the ground on his knees. |