A small smile transformed his normally hardened features and he took my hand and ran it across his ribs. "Are they all there?"
I frowned. "What?"
"My ribs. Is there one missin'?
My hand smoothed up and down his sides. "Okay, I think you've lost it. You think you're missing a rib?"
He exhaled a quiet laugh. "Just thought God took one of mine when he made you.

Author: Tillie Cole

A small smile transformed his normally hardened features and he took my hand and ran it across his ribs. "Are they all there?"<br />I frowned. "What?"<br />"My ribs. Is there one missin'?<br />My hand smoothed up and down his sides. "Okay, I think you've lost it. You think you're missing a rib?"<br />He exhaled a quiet laugh. "Just thought God took one of mine when he made you. - Tillie Cole

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