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She gave him a wink, ordered another round, and went back to scratching off her lottery ticket with the jagged, indomitable edge of her left thumb.

"They aren't pretty, are they, sweetheart?" Madeline rasped, her voice a low gravelly purr. skanky mature thumbs

at the menu when ordering her morning shot of espresso and a side of greasy bacon. The Tale of the Right Thumb She gave him a wink, ordered another round,

Her left thumb bore a jagged, white scar cutting straight through the nail bed, courtesy of a rusty band saw back in '94. She had been working a non-union construction job, refusing to let the men on site do the heavy lifting. The nail grew back thick, split down the middle, and perpetually crooked. It looked, as her youngest daughter lovingly put it, like a miniature, angry gargoyle. The Tale of the Right Thumb Her left