The Snake Blood
The Snake BloodAct I — The SparkThe supermarket on Atlantic Avenue smelled like dill pickles and old bread, the way Polish shops always did, and Danny McMahon liked it that way. It reminded him of his grandmother, who had come from a village near Galway and who could make a potato bread so good that Danny's father used to eat it with jam like it was cake.Danny was thirty, an Irish mechanic who...
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